Stella shut up awkwardly and hugged me, saying, "I'm sorry. It's because you didn't reply to my messages."

I laughed out of anger and wanted to open my phone to show her the calls I had made to her.

As soon as I turned on my phone, I saw the photos sent by David. The photo showed a restaurant with warm decorations. There were steaks on the table.

Stella noticed my reaction. She looked up and saw the photos on my phone. Her breath was choked, and she explained hurriedly.

"The takeaway at noon didn't taste good. I was so hungry that I went to eat with him."

I was silent for a while, turned off my phone, nodded, and continued to prepare the dishes.

"Go out since you're full. Here doesn't smell good."

When I learned that Stella was coming back for dinner, I didn't eat the lunch box provided by the company.

She looked at my face and asked, "Are you angry?"

I looked up blankly and said, "No."

After she confirmed it, her expression immediately changed from cautious to accusatory.

"You're angry. I've explained everything to you, but you're still like this. You didn't make breakfast or send me dinner, and now you're acting so cold!"

Only then did I realize that if it were in the past, what happened yesterday and the photos would be enough to make me go crazy and hysterical.

Such scenes often happened during five years of our love and two years of marriage.

And every time at such moments, she always said nothing and let me be jealous like a clown.

Thinking about it now, I thought I must look extremely ugly when I was angry and jealous. No wonder Stella disliked going home.

But today I was very calm. The meeting lasted until ten o'clock, and I was tired and hungry.

"Go take a shower and go to bed. I still need to eat dinner."

She came closer and said, "Don't eat it. My period has just ended. This is the best time to prepare for pregnancy."

"No. I have an urgent meeting tomorrow morning, so I have to rest early."

After saying that, I closed the kitchen door.

There was a loud slam of a door outside, and Stella went out again.

Stella was having a cold war with me again.

If it were in the past, I would be restless and begged for forgiveness, wanting to reconcile with her as soon as possible.

But now, I found these days were the most relaxing time I had had with her in the seven years that she and I had known each other.