From the age of eight to twenty-eight, I had seen how he lost control because of love.
Once for me, and many times for Heidi.
When I was twenty, studying in England, I had acute gastroenteritis. I cried and called him.
“If you were here with me, it would be better.”
After a twelve-hour flight, he came to my side. When I had a high fever and fainted, his eyes turned red.
“I’m here, don’t fall asleep. I’ll stay with you.”
Later, he would worry over Heidi’s stomach pain during her period, stay by her bedside all night when she had a fever, and believe her tears when she said I made things hard for her…
In the end, he never lost control of me again, never panicked for me again.
“Let’s divorce. Like you once said, I’ll grant your wish.”
My words felt heavy, yet to him they were as light as air.
He smiled faintly with mockery. “Evie, you won’t divorce, for this family, for our daughter.”
“Between us, we have already gone beyond lovers; countless ties bind us tightly. You won’t be willing to divorce, because you love me deeply.”
I looked at his confident expression and felt it was absurd.
“What if this time, I truly mean it?”
Before I could hear his reply, a phone rang.