Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar breakfast in front of me, I felt no joy at all.

Even though it was once my favorite congee with preserved meat, it now made me feel sick.

In the past, William only had to worry about work at the company. I took care of everything at home.

At the time, I was deeply moved by this "trust" he had in me, and I willingly became the housewife who stayed behind the scenes to support him.

He used to love calling me "my little happy housewife."

Now that I thought about it, it was nothing but a cruel joke.

At first, he said he didn't want me to work so hard. Later, when he started coming home late or not at all, I didn't even have to work hard anymore.

There's a saying: If you feed a dog too well, it will bite you. If you treat a person too well, they will take you for granted.

How true those words were.

In the six years we were married, the number of times he had set foot in the kitchen could be counted on one hand.

That's why I had felt so heartbroken when I saw the photos from his company dinner.

For six whole years, he had hidden me away so thoroughly, as if I was something to be ashamed of.

Later, I found out that he already had someone else he was proud to show off. That's why I had to stay in the shadows...

When I didn't pick up my chopsticks for a long time, William looked at me impatiently: "What's wrong? Are you going to eat it or not?"

I didn't hold back either and criticized the food harshly.

Typing on my phone was all about speed, and it was actually quite tiring.

"I'm not eating. I don't have an appetite. Throw it away."

William's face immediately darkened. He looked up at me, glaring.

I stood up and stared at him calmly, wanting to tell him that I had heard those words far too many times.

From the very start, I had never planned to end this last day on a good note.

Why should I have to let them live happily ever after when I had suffered so much?

William was good at holding his tongue to get what he wanted. He clenched his teeth, ate the breakfast himself, and then bought tickets to an amusement park.

I looked at myself in the mirror coldly. My hair was dry and frizzy, my face was gaunt—I looked like a walking skeleton.

I put on a thick coat, wrapped a scarf around my neck, and pulled on a hat, covering myself up completely.

When we got to the car, I got straight into the back seat.

He glared at me angrily: "Do you really think I'm your driver?"

I raised an eyebrow. Soon enough, you won't even be my driver.

Even though I was still his wife, I didn't want to sit in the same seat that other woman had sat in.

When I didn't move, William had no choice but to resign himself to being the driver.

We didn't say a word to each other the whole way, and the atmosphere in the car was eerily quiet.

"Annie Brown, what's wrong with you?" William suddenly asked.

I wanted to scream at him: I'm dying, you idiot! It's late-stage cancer! Are you happy now?

In another month or so, I'll be dead, and I won't be an eyesore to you anymore. Aren't you thrilled?

But right now, I couldn't even be bothered to talk to him.

When I didn't answer, William had the good sense to shut up.

Finally, the car pulled up at the amusement park we hadn't visited in years.

A lot had changed since we were last here.

Today, I hadn't come to relive the good old days. I had only come to satisfy a small, malicious desire of mine.

William was afraid of heights and avoided all high-altitude rides like the plague.

I had never ridden a roller coaster with him before.

In the past, I had felt sorry for him. Now, I just wanted to see him tremble with fear.

So whether he liked it or not, he was going to ride those high-altitude rides with me.

But what I hadn't expected was that Sophia White would show up too.

And she had the nerve to stand right in front of me, by William's side.

I looked at them and slowly curved my lips into a smile.

William's body stiffened immediately.