After so many years of self-deception, I was really tired.
The bedroom door behind me was gently pushed open, and Daniel came over with a basin of water and squatted by the bed, saying, "Diana, get up and soak your feet. You've been working hard lately."
I pulled the quilt over my head, isolating Daniel's voice outside.
But he came closer, pulled the quilt off me, and continued in a softer tone, "Okay, Diana, stop throwing a tantrum."
"I apologize for lying to you. Can you stop mentioning divorce all the time?
"It's not easy for us to come this far. Grandma also hopes to see us live a happy life, right?"
Daniel said, trying to pull me up from the bed.
I turned away from Daniel's goodwill with a cold face and sat up from the bed, saying,
"Don't mention Grandma in front of me."
"Daniel, you are the least qualified person to mention Grandma."
Daniel's face immediately darkened and he spoke in an extremely impatient tone, "Diana, I have apologized and admitted my mistake. What else do you want from me?"
"Do I need to kneel down and beg for your forgiveness?"
"I am a man, not your servant. Do you have to be so aggressive over this?"