Hailey still gave me a kiss.
Her lips were thin and cold.
I couldn't feel any trace of enthusiasm from them.
It was as if she was completing a mission.
After the kiss, she went to take a shower.
I lit another cigarette, puffing, and looked in the direction of the bathroom in a daze.
We had been married for so many years, and I had done a lot for Hailey.
I washed her feet, combed her hair, and put her on her clothes.
I comforted her at her worst and accompanied her at her best.
Her every frown would make me nervous and distressed.
It was inevitable for husband and wife to have quarrels.
However, every time after our quarrel, I would try my best to make her laugh until she really did.
I would hold her hands when days were freezing.
I would shield her with my coat when days were raining.
I would take good care of her when she was sick.
Every time we hung out, I would carry all the bags so that she could enjoy shopping and snacking.
I kept everything she liked in mind.
And everything she disliked as well.
Because I loved her and cared about her.
But I didn't expect that my effort would be paid back with hypocrisy and betrayal.
And I was a ridiculous clown.