"Why should I?" I replied coldly.
Cedric was stunned by my tone, and then he suddenly softened his tone, saying, "You're my wife. I have always been faithful to you, but you just won't stop making a scene. It was a mudslide, OK? Lisa was terrified. Not to mention she had a heart disease. I just hope you can be a little sensible."
The more he spoke, the more confident he became. Maybe he had convinced himself.
He said to me, "I know it was wrong to leave you that day. I have made a reservation at a restaurant. Shall I pick you up for dinner?"
His tone wasn't exactly nice, but after being with him for so many years, I knew that this was his way of apologizing.
But after experiencing life and death and being abandoned by him, I no longer had any hope for him.
During my hospitalization, I reflected on my past with Cedric and realized that when one invested too much in a relationship, they'd become especially afraid of losing and especially humble.
I spoiled Cedric because I cared too much about him, so he punished me and embarrassed me however and whenever he wanted.