I don't know when it started to be his full name.
She called him Richard.
I remember when I was in college, every time I saw Richard with joy, I would throw myself into his arms and act coquettishly, and I liked to call him that.
It's like a confident declaration of sovereignty.
Richard prepared a large table of dishes with great care.
I didn't have a good appetite, so I ate a few bites and went back to the bedroom with my laptop.
After a while, there was a knock on the door.
Richard's voice was a little hesitant, "Ruby, may I come in?"
Before I could say anything, Richard walked in with a beautifully wrapped gift box.
He handed it to me and looked at me tenderly.
"Honey, I'm sorry for last night. The road was blocked by the snowstorm and the car broke down, so I didn't have time to pick you up."
"This is a gift for you, don't be angry..."
I looked at his sincere expression calmly.
I don’t know when it started, but his lies became so real that they sounded like the truth.
But I still accepted the gift.
After all, before the divorce, every penny he spent was our common property.
I opened it and saw that it was a white bag, also the latest limited edition of a big brand.