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He nodded, “Alright. Then let’s meet at Blue Night Cafe at 3:30 PM on Wednesday.”
My mind was in chaos, and I agreed haphazardly.
In less than three hours, there were fifteen more missed calls from Jack on my phone. I glanced at them and deleted them all with one click.
When I was young, I liked Jack very much. Even after he drugged me and schemed to get me pregnant, I willingly kept it all a secret for him and happily married him.
But now that I’m divorced and free, I can’t deny that I have feelings for Daniel.
And besides these feelings, I also have some unspeakable… desires for him.
Days with something to look forward to always pass quickly. In the blink of an eye, it was Wednesday.
I wore a understated light purple long dress, loosely tied up my soft hair, applied light makeup, and went to the appointment.
“You look much better than before,” Daniel put down his coffee cup.
“Maybe I feel more relaxed after the divorce, so I look more energetic, I smiled.
Daniel’s gaze slid over my ring finger.
The wedding ring that had been there for so long was gone, but it left a circle of red marks that were hard to fade.
A bad marriage is like a shackle, and also like a scar that can’t be erased.
It looks so ugly.
I unconsciously withdrew my hand.
He shifted his gaze back to my face, “Although you and Jack are divorced, the three of us still grew up together. I originally wanted to advise you not to endure silently for Tommy’s sake. Perhaps a good stepfather could give the child a happier childhood than a jerk of a biological father.
Although he was Jack’s brother, he didn’t take sides. Instead, he comforted me from my perspective.
I suddenly felt a warmth in my heart.
“Try this cherry cake. It’s a new item at this shop. I remember you’ve always liked cherries. One year, you even got Uncle Song to take the three of us to a cherry orchard to pick cherries,” he pushed a plate of cherry cake towards me.
I forked a piece into my mouth, “It’s indeed delicious. Oh? You still remember that? I was such a glutton back then, stuffing cherries into my mouth as soon as I picked them.”
“Last month, I made a deal with a cherry orchard in the western suburbs. From now on, whenever it’s cherry season, they’ll send cherries to your family’s house. You can eat as much as you want, he looked at me with gentle eyes.
The cherry cake in my mouth suddenly became extremely bitter.
I remembered after marrying Jack, there was a time when he was struggling financially. I had just given birth and was craving cherries.
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When my mother found out, she specially bought me four boxes of expensive big cherries.
Just as I was excitedly opening the cherries, Jack flew into a rage. He pointed at my nose and shouted, “You know the company is having cash flow problems right now. How can you still spend money on these impractical fruits? Aren’t the fruits Mrs. Johnson buys from the market enough for you to eat?”
I was stunned at the time and immediately felt guilty. I even started to reflect on myself – while my husband was struggling, I was enjoying life with my family’s money. It was really inconsiderate of me.
Thinking about it now, I was clearly just Jack’s punching bag.
I was so foolish back then, enduring so much for such a man.
My eyes darkened.
