He had once promised me that we would live in a big house and drive a fancy car. But now, we were squeezed into a tiny rented room. The kitchen roof had been leaking for months, and Alexei still hadn’t fixed it.
A heavy rain the night before had ruined all our food, so this morning we could only eat plain bread. When he frowned at the meal, I couldn’t hold back anymore.
“If you don’t like it, don’t eat! I wake up early to cook and you still complain!”
“I’d love to eat abalone and rich cream soup too, but do we have any?”
“This bread was brought by my parents the last time they were here.”
“You made all those promises when we got married, but have I had a single good day since?”
“If it weren’t for my parents secretly helping us, we’d have starved even earlier!”
With a loud bang, Alexei threw his fork on the table. He looked at me darkly and said coldly, “So you regret marrying me, is that what you're saying?”
My anger flared up. We started shouting terrible words at each other—words that we couldn’t take back. In the end, I packed my bags. Out of rage, I decided to go back to my parents’.
When I opened the door, I wasn’t in the past anymore. I had somehow arrived in the year 2025.