When we were watching the TV shows together in the evening, she no longer snuggled up to me. Instead, she sat far away with her phone and would smile from time to time.

When I asked her what she was laughing at, and she would always brush me off.

Sex became a burden for her. What used to be four or five times a week had now become two or three times a month. And each time it was rushed and perfunctory without any romantic feelings.

When I asked her, she explained that she was too busy with work and was not in the mood.

Although I was confused, I didn't suspect her.

It wasn't easy for Hailey and me to get to where we were. I loved her deeply and was willing to do anything for her.

I thought it was the same for her.

That only death would do us part.

Hailey did give me a big "surprise" on Valentine's Day.

An unforgivable surprise.

I had thought that I would collapse, and be hysterical.

Instead, it was the complete opposite for me.

My heart was as calm as still water.

Hailey came back the next morning.

She was fully recovered, and she acted as if nothing had happened. When she smelled the odor of smoke in the living room, she frowned.

"Honey, why are you smoking again?" She asked.

As she opened the window to ventilate, she complained incessantly.

I used to be addicted to smoking, at least two packs a day.

I quit smoking after I decided to pursue Hailey.

Because she said that she didn't like the smell of cigarettes.

At that time, my roommate laughed at me and said, "I bet you can't."

I didn't expect that I would quit smoking completely for love.

They could only joke that simps were really powerful.

Hailey snatched the cigarette butt from my hand and stubbed it out.

Through the thin smoke, I looked at her beautiful profile and lit another cigarette.

Hailey said sulkily but also coquettishly, "Honey, you promised me that you wouldn't smoke.

"You've persisted for so many years. Why did you break the rule again?

"Do you have something on your mind?"

I replied, "No, I didn't." Then, I put out the cigarette in the ashtray.

Then, I asked lightly, "Where did you go last night?"

A trace of panic flashed across Hailey's beautiful eyes, but she quickly calmed down.

"Mathew fainted last night. I sent him to the hospital and took care of him for the whole night," lied Hailey.

I did not expose her and continued to ask, "Oh? Why did he faint?"