George attempted to use his usual methods to comfort me. “Mary, I’ll gift you an even bigger—”
I decisively hung up, cutting off George’s voice.
It was time to let the past stay in the past, be it human or object. That was the best decision I could make for myself.
At the thought of how I still needed a few packing bags, I decided to walk to the next street, as there was a store there that sold them.
Unexpectedly, I had only just crossed two intersections when George’s car stopped right in front of me.
He lowered the window and ordered, “Get in!”
When I ignored him, he directly climbed out of the car and forcefully dragged me inside.
His expression was dark as he stared at me with pursed lips. Several seconds later, he spoke in a low tone. “Mary, you’ve never hung up on me before.”
I turned to look out the window, completely disregarding him.
Sighing softly, he lowered his voice and said, “Mary, Winnie is pregnant, so let’s be more understanding and let her have her way, okay?”
Upon hearing this, I still couldn’t hold back from exploding, all my accumulated grievances spilling over. I stared at him with red-rimmed eyes, yelling, “Am I at fault for her getting pregnant? Why should I always let her have her way and give her everything?”
The next second, I spotted an official-looking piece of paper by the gear stick.
It was a marriage certificate.
George followed my gaze and instantly panicked. He tried to explain, “Mary, this is just a formality. It’s not real. You have to believe me!”
Forcing myself not to cry, I simply turned away and resumed looking outside the window in silence.
An indescribable exhaustion swept over me, both physically and mentally. At this point, arguing any further seemed pointless.
George stubbornly stared at me for quite a while. He opened his mouth to speak, but the words never left his lips.
The car ride progressed in silence. After returning home, I avoided George and sprinted straight for the bedroom.
