Chapter 3Seven Years of Torment

For the next few days, Evelyn didn’t come home. I stopped asking her when she’d return, and instead began packing my bags. But seven years of marriage had left too deep an imprint; many items carried Evelyn’s shadow.

The white scarf Evelyn gave me on our first date. I wore it for years, unable to part with it, because she had spent months knitting it by hand. And many other “firsts” she’d given me, things Evelyn had put thought into, staying up late to make by hand. I had carefully treasured them all in a safe, unable to throw them away.

Later, Evelyn’s career became more and more successful, and her gifts grew increasingly expensive. I still accepted them with joy, because they were all proof that Evelyn had once deeply loved me. But then, in our second year of living in the grand villa, Justin appeared. My vanity table slowly filled with various luxury brand watches and bracelets. My wardrobe gradually hung with the latest seasonal haute couture. These were worth hundreds of thousands, some even millions, but they were no longer given out of love. They had simply become Evelyn’s “apologies” and “compensations” for the countless nights I spent waiting alone while she was with someone else.

I looked at these items, coldly bypassing them. Then I packed only those things that truly belonged solely to me.

The day everything was packed, Evelyn happened to come home. Seeing the suitcase in my hand, she frowned. “Where are you going this time?” She still thought I was just throwing a tantrum. After all, in the past, I had more than once threatened to leave. I didn’t deny it, simply lowering my gaze. “To clear my head.”

Evelyn didn’t notice anything amiss. Instead, she pulled me into a tight embrace. “Adrian, I’ve been waiting for your call these past few days.” Waiting for my call? But I distinctly remembered sending her messages in the past, asking her to come home. What I received in return was her dismissive impatience.

She cupped my face in her hands, staring intently at me. “If you had just said something, I would’ve come back immediately. But you didn’t.” Evelyn’s tone was accusatory. As if in those past few days, the person who had been with another man wasn’t her, Evelyn.

I didn’t expose her, but a faint smile touched my lips. Evelyn mistakenly thought I had calmed down and stood on tiptoe to lightly kiss my mouth. “Evelyn, I knew it. You’re not like my dad.”

Not like my dad? Evelyn’s words, spoken without warning, pierced my heart, a pain so intense I could barely breathe. She knew perfectly well the immense pain my mother’s affair and domestic abuse had inflicted on my father and me. If my father hadn’t been resilient enough, brave enough, he would have been buried in a grave! He wouldn’t have fled abroad to live the life he wanted. And now, she casually dismissed everything my own father had struggled to achieve. And this knife, it was handed to her by the me who once loved Evelyn with all his heart.

Meeting my swollen eyes, Evelyn awkwardly explained: “I’m sorry, Adrian. I meant that you don’t have to struggle like your dad. Just staying by my side is enough.”

“Is that so?” I suddenly smiled, looking directly into her eyes. Evelyn met my gaze, a strange tightness in her chest, but she didn’t dwell on it, still thinking I meant to reconcile. She nodded repeatedly, her voice assured. “Of course, Adrian. You have to trust me, just like before.” I scoffed inwardly, but showed no outward sign.

Just then, my phone rang. I looked at her, and calmly said, “My car’s here, Evelyn. You go back to work.”

“Okay.” Evelyn still didn’t notice anything amiss, even kindly walking me to the door. Before getting into the car, I called her name. “Hm?”

“Goodbye, Evelyn.” I said. Consider it a final farewell to Evelyn, a farewell to my past.

She ruffled my hair, smiling, “Alright, go clear your head. I’ll be home working hard, earning more money to take care of you.” I still said nothing, just looked at her one last time, and gently waved my hand.

As the car neared the airport, my phone vibrated frantically. It was an unknown number. I assumed it was a scam call and immediately blocked it. But as I exited the call screen, I saw an anonymous text message.

“Adrian, your child isn’t dead. Evelyn lied to you.”