Sarah sent him a message on her mobile phone in front of me, [I will make it up to you later. Don't make a scene in front of Chester. I can give you whatever you want.]
Jack then put away his mood with pride, as he glanced at me with contempt. He stood up and left the table. When he passed Sarah, he still managed to run his fingers under her skirt before walking out.
I didn't take the food Sarah fed me, but picked up the chopsticks and pretended not to see it to pick up something else to eat. Sarah thought I was still sulking and insisted on taking me out after I finished my meal.
She chartered a yacht and invited many friends, saying that she was holding a grand birthday party for me. Along the way, Sarah held my hand tightly, fearing that I would fall. She kept talking to me about our sweet memories in the past.
I didn't say anything. The irony and pain in my heart were intertwined. I once thought that I would grow old with her and never leave her. Then I realized that it was all jokes.
Sarah only loved the excitement and youth lives even more. She had forgotten the vows we made when we got married.