Chapter 4Fading Memories: Husband and Son, I've Already Forgotten You

When Ethan came home, I was in the bathroom hand-washing his and our son's underwear.

He walked into the bathroom, threw a pair of underwear he had just taken off into my basin, and went into the shower.

Without saying a word.

I looked up at myself in the mirror, sallow and thin, with dark circles under my eyes.

No wonder our son was embarrassed by me, and my husband was protecting his first love.

While Ethan was showering, I opened the wardrobe and found the black lace lingerie I had bought years ago in the corner.

Ethan and I hadn't been intimate for a long time.

I put it on and stood in front of the mirror, feeling a bit awkward, then quickly covered it with a bathrobe.

I lay on my side on the bed, facing away from the bathroom door.

Hearing the water stop, Ethan opened the door and walked out. I unconsciously gripped the bedsheet tightly.

Ethan got into bed on the other side. I could smell his shower gel.

I turned to look at him. He had his hands crossed on his chest, eyes already closed.

I took off my bathrobe and pulled Ethan's hand to my chest. He half-opened his eyes, glanced at me, and pulled his hand away:

"I'm a bit tired today. Not in the mood."

I froze.

His cold attitude made my attempt at seduction seem so ridiculous.

I said nothing, turning over noisily to show my dissatisfaction.

Ethan, perhaps feeling his behavior was a bit excessive, suddenly hugged me from behind and kissed my hair:

"Honey, I didn't mean anything by it... I really am tired today."

"Rachel told me today that it was another colleague who bumped into her."

"I misunderstood you, honey. I'm sorry..."

"Next week is your birthday. How about I take you to the Sky Restaurant to celebrate? Our son has been wanting to go there too."

After a long silence, I finally mumbled in his arms:

"Okay."

Hearing my agreement, he let go of me. Soon, I heard his steady breathing.

I comforted myself.

It's okay.

Anyway, my memory is bad now.

I'll soon forget these grievances.