No More Rash Decisions, Only Wise Choices in LoveChapter 1
During the Independence Day, Nancy, didn't greet Lily White's first love. She hit the ceiling, blaming Nancy for being ignorant and complaining that I failed to discipline her. Thus, she dumped me and Nancy in Icowell to suffer and forbade us to come back.
We suffered a lot there, living a miserable life. I begged the miners to let us go back, only to be beaten and abused mercilessly.
A poisonous insect bit Nancy. Failing to be treated in time, she was seriously ill.
I kept begging the owner for help. Throwing his cell phone to me, he mocked that Lily wouldn't answer the call.
Sure enough.
I called Lily dozens of times, only to fail to get any answer. But I saw an updated Facebook post from her first love.
Holding a glass, he took Lily's hand. The post caption read, "Your being on call is the greatest blessing of my life."
I wiped away my tears and commented below with desperation, which read, "Since you love each other so much, hurry up and get a marriage certificate!"
It was not until before the Thanksgiving Day that Lily finally sent someone to pick me up. She asked me indifferently, "Do you and Nancy know the rules?"
Raising Nancy's urn and revealing whip marks all over my body, I questioned her, "Are you happy?"
Her eyes turned red.
She cried her eyes out.
She had gone mad to her core.
When I returned home with the urn, I saw Lily peeling an orange and handing it to her first love, Kellan Cork.
The two of them were happy.
They were a perfect match.
It was as if I were an outsider.
In the past, I would have flown into a rage. But now, Nancy's death had dramatically transformed me. I was indifferent now.
At the sight of me, Kellan smiled mockingly.
I knew he was provoking me.
He had indeed gotten the upper hand.
I was utterly defeated.
"I've been in love with Lily for two years, and we've been married for six years, but she has never peeled an orange for me to feed me."
Sometimes, I would make a similar request jokingly.
Lily would respond flatly, "Are you disabled? Can't you do such a petty thing? You are being stupid."
Even Nancy had to act like a spoiled child for quite a while to make Lily feed her impatiently.
When Nancy was alive, she often asked me, "Does mommy love me?" "When will mommy have time to accompany me?" "Why hasn't she come home yet?"