Chapter 3 No.3

Emily soon moved out.

When I returned home, everything that belonged to her was gone.

The pink slippers in the living room, the couple's tea cups on the coffee table, her cosmetics in the bathroom, and the clothes I had bought for her in the closet were all gone.

There was only a note on the table.

It was Emily's handwriting.

"I'll go out for a while. We should take a break and calm down. I love you."

I stared at the words for a long time and felt sick.

I crumpled it into a ball and threw it into the trash can.

I assumed she had gone to be with Nick.

At this time, the phone on the table rang, a call from a friend.

"I heard that you went to have a ligation operation. Is that true? If you were ligatured, how could you carry on your family name? Isn't your mother still waiting to have a grandson?"

I didn't say anything, and my friend continued, "It's because of Emily, isn't it? But it's good that you love each other so much, you'll spend the rest of your lives together anyway."

Love?

Hearing this, I laughed at myself.

If it were three years ago, I would have found that word beautiful.

After all, we were really happy at that time.

We graduated from the same university and settled in the same city.

I would drive a long way to pick her up after work and buy her fresh, beautiful sunflowers.

She would also appear at the company building when I was working overtime, giving me a big hug and a sweet kiss.

Our love was well-known, and we were the envy of everyone as a perfect couple.

What about now?

I suddenly realized that the past three years was just a joke.

"We might get divorced." I finally spoke.

My friend suddenly raised his voice. "What? Divorce? Why?"

I wiped my tearful eyes and felt my nose sting. "She regretted it after I had the surgery. She said she wanted to have a baby with Nick."

This time, my friend fell silent.

He tried to comfort me.

After a while, he hung up the phone.

I collapsed to the floor and looked at a basket in the corner.

I walked over and opened the basket, which was full of baby products.

There were many children's clothes.

I bought them all.

At first, when Emily didn't want to have a baby, I did some research.

I thought she was afraid of taking care of the baby.

I felt guilty for this.

I often watched parenting channels with her.

I could tell from her eyes that she liked children.

When she finally decided to give up, I didn't force her. Instead, I stayed alone for two days and figured it out.

I threw all the baby supplies I had bought into the trash can and smiled at her, saying, "It's okay, if you don't want the baby, I won't force you. I'll still take care of you for the rest of your life."

I thought that as long as two people were together and loved each other, nothing could stop them.

Now everything seemed so ridiculous.