Not long ago, he was still telling me to give him a grandson as soon as possible, because it was too boring to be alone.
But now he would never urge me to give birth again.
Darren did not return home until the next night.
“I brought you a midnight snack, your favorite crayfish and Coke, eat it quickly!”
He put the bag of things on the tea table in front of the sofa as if nothing had happened, slumped on the sofa, untied his tie and leaned toward me.
I glanced at the bag and it was obvious that he had packed it with his childhood sweetheart after eating crayfish.
He was always like this. Whenever he made me unhappy, he tried to coax me with my favorite midnight snacks or things. And I, always feel soft-hearted, thought that he had bowed his head and admitted his mistakes, giving me a way out, so I would calm down and not care.
I turned sideways, with my back to him, my eyes were already swollen from crying.
Seeing that I didn’t move for a long time, he frowned slightly and softened his tone. “There were indeed some things to deal with yesterday. Can’t you be considerate of your husband? I am out doing business every day.”