Chapter 2 2

I coaxed Tristan into finally agreeing to go out on a date with me. Even the cake for our third wedding anniversary was prepared by me.

At the dinner table, I presented him with a gift box. "Darling, I know you lack nothing, but this is my heartfelt gift to you."

It was a watch, purchased with three months of my salary.

Tristan was the stingiest trust-fund baby. Before we got married, he had already arranged a prenup, and after tying the knot, we went Dutch on everything; neither of us spent the other's money.

I was a doctor, and my monthly salary wasn't much. He always had a taste for luxury goods, so I had saved up for a long time to buy this watch.

But when I handed the watch to Tristan, he merely glanced at it and then averted his eyes, disdainfully remarking, "Does this brand of watch match my status?"

"Jayme, if you can't afford it, don't bother. This watch is too cheap and doesn't suit my status."

I looked down.

Before Tristan was brought back by his father, he was from a humble background. So upon returning to the Wilson family, he started spending money like water.

Perhaps due to his past poverty, once he had money, he became a true embodiment of new money.

He didn't want it, and I didn't press him. I quietly put the watch away.

"Darling, if you don't like it, never mind. I'll save up more money and buy you a better one."

Tristan didn't even glance at me. "Instead of wasting time on this, why don't you think about how to get pregnant? You're a doctor, treat yourself."

My heart sank. I had so much to say, but after much thought, I chose to hold back.

"Alright, I'll try to get pregnant as soon as possible."

He fell silent. It was evident he didn't want to engage with me.

I didn't dare to bother him further, so I remained silent too.

Suddenly, his phone on the table rang. He calmly answered, "Kelsey, what's up?"

There was a tenderness in his voice that he didn't even realize, a tone he never used with me.

I didn't know what was said on the other end, but Tristan suddenly stood up, grabbed his coat from the side, and said, "Wait for me, I'll be right there."

Panic welled up inside me, and I quickly stood up and grabbed his arm. "Darling, where are you going? Today is our third wedding anniversary!"

He impatiently shook me off. "Kelsey has something going on. I have to go. You stay here by yourself."

With that, he put on his coat and was about to leave.

Seeing that I couldn't stop him, I tearfully pleaded, "Tristan, what could be so important that you'd leave me to go to her?"

He sighed in exasperation. "She said she has a cold and seems to have a fever. I'm going to check on her."

Then, without any further consideration, he left me alone and walked out.

I sat down in the chair, tears rolling down my cheeks, and stayed there until the restaurant shut down for the night.

And Tristan, he didn't come back all night.