A sigh reached my ears, followed by the sound of the door clicking shut. I got up and looked out the window.
Outside, Charlie was already on a call with Miranda. He walked briskly, not once looking back. I watched his figure disappear into the distance.
After they left, the frequent Miranda updated her Instagram even more frequently.
The day Charlie opened a savings account and deposited fifteen thousand dollars into it for her pocket money, I moved out of the apartment.
I retrieved the dowry that I had gotten from his mother during our engagement from the safe deposit box in our bedroom. I packed the thirteen thousand and two hundred dollars in cash and the three-gold jewelry and put them into a gift box.
I brought the jewelry and the money to Charlie's parents without saying a word, but they understood my intention immediately.
Their feelings toward me had always been ambiguous. While they never openly said they disliked me, I knew they had preferred the daughter of the Education Bureau director as their ideal daughter-in-law.
Yet, Charlie had been so resolute in marrying me, that he even threatened to resign and cut ties with them if they didn’t relent.