While I was being harassed by a client, Luke was busy drinking a "lovers' shot" with his female assistant next to me. To secure the investment, I drank until my stomach bled, my face pale from the pain. But Luke couldn't be bothered to spare me a glance. Instead, he was focused on picking the green onions out of his assistant's bowl, feeding her with a doting expression. After the dinner, the assistant casually mentioned she was bored, so he left me on the roadside and took her sightseeing. "Bella has been running around for me these past few days. I'm taking her out to relax." "You're getting older and need your rest. Don't come along and cause trouble." "Also, I'm pulling an all-nighter with Bella tonight. The plan to get our marriage license tomorrow? Let's take a rain check on that." Our wedding ceremony was seven years ago, and this was the 100th time Luke had notified me that we'd have to take a rain check on getting the license. I nodded in agreement. Since he was too busy to find time for the license, then there was no point in getting it at all. 1. The passenger window rolled down, and Bella, sitting inside, pouted and apologized to me: "Sorry, Sarah. It's all because Luke spoils me like a child. When he gets back, I'll make sure he prepares breakfast for you!" Before I could speak, Luke gently rubbed her head first. "Bella, you think everyone is as greedy as you?" "Don't mind her. Don't wait until later to say you're not feeling well again. I don't have time for your little games." So he knew I wasn't feeling well just now, but he subconsciously thought it was a ploy to gain his sympathy because I was jealous. In the past, I would have broken down crying by this point, arguing with Luke and telling him the truth. But now, I didn't make a scene like a shrew as I usually did. Instead, I whispered: "Okay, you guys be safe and have fun." Luke was stunned for a moment when he heard this, then returned to his playful self. "As long as you don't cause drama." The car sped away. As they left, Luke, worried that Bella would get carsick, rolled down all the windows. I get severe motion sickness and would feel nauseous and vomit whenever I rode in Luke's car. But he was never willing to roll down the windows for me: "If the windows are always open, dirty things will get into the car. Why are you so high-maintenance?" I completely figured it out. I took off the wedding ring from my ring finger and threw it into the dirty trash can. The next day, I arrived early at the theater and handed in my resignation. Luke had debuted years ago as a theatrical prodigy, and I had always been in charge of him. "You're resigning? Does Luke know about this?" The boss was shocked. "When the next agent takes over, he'll understand." As soon as I finished speaking, I walked in the empty hallway. I happened to bump into Luke, who was wearing new clothes and smelled of body wash. He stretched and looked down at me: "I was too drunk to drive last night, so I got a hotel room alone to sleep. That's why I didn't come home." In the twelve years I've known him, this was the first time Luke had actively explained the situation to me. I gave a "hmm" and ignored him. He asked, "Do you have anything else to do this morning?" I looked up at him, remembering that the day after every dinner party, I would set an alarm for 3 or 4 a.m. to get up and prepare hangover soup and stomach-soothing herbal meals for him. This habit had continued since he debuted at seventeen. So it was normal for him to be confused when he came home and saw an empty dining table. I said, "You're not wrong." As soon as I finished speaking and was about to turn and leave, Luke, who had been frowning, grabbed my wrist with a cold face. "Sarah, why are you endless?" "It's just postponing getting the license. It's not like I'm breaking up with you. Stop being unreasonable with me!" But I didn't plan to make a scene with him, nor did I want to get the license with him anymore. Thinking it would be better to explain things clearly to him, I just moved my mouth when I heard Bella's charming voice with a hint of complaint: "Luke! It's your fault!" "The things you bought for me this morning were totally wrong!" "The daily ones are too short! You're such a straight guy, Luke!" Bella angrily rolled her eyes behind me, pouting like a goldfish. When Luke saw her, he immediately threw away my hand, ran to her, and picked her up in a princess carry. 2 His face was panicked: "How dare you walk around barefoot on the floor when you have your period? Aren't you afraid of pain?" Watching him eagerly carry Bella to the bedroom bed reminded me of something from the past. Once, because I was sick and my period came, the cramps were extremely severe. I couldn't straighten my back from the pain, and my face was pale. I begged Luke to buy me pads and painkillers. He said impatiently with a cold face, "How could a man like me buy that stuff?" "Women get it every month. Just endure it for a few days and it'll be over. Don't always trouble others!" Separated from the memories, Luke's comforting words to Bella became more and more distant. I stopped paying attention, forced down the bitterness in my heart, took out my phone, and contacted the company that had always wanted me to work abroad. After booking the flight, I casually opened my social media and saw a post Bella had just made. It was a three-second video. I subconsciously clicked on it and saw a pair of large hands with well-defined joints gently rubbing her belly in circles. The video contained her moved voice: "Luke, you really know how to feel for people~ Your hands are so warm, rubbing it makes it hurt less~" Even the caption for this video was: [My brother feels bad for my period cramps and is rubbing the pain away! It feels so good to be pampered in the palm of someone's hand~] I sneered. The little girl's thoughts really couldn't be hidden. I casually liked it, then opened my own profile and changed the cover photo from the wedding photo with Luke. ... Today, many actors from the theater company were coming for exchanges. I was responsible for taking these guests to the break room to rest for a while. A group of people followed behind me. Just as I pushed open the door, I saw Luke feeding Bella. "Wow, I heard long ago that the genius Luke married his agent Sarah years ago. I didn't expect the two of them to still be so affectionate and loving!" "That's right, that's right! And as a theatrical artist, his voice is the most precious and needs to be cherished the most. He is actually willing to eat spicy food with his wife." That's right, as a dramatist, the most important thing is the voice. In these twelve years, I have handled all his affairs, just afraid that his voice would be damaged in the slightest. But now, he actually accompanied Bella to eat this kind of food, breaking his consistent principles. The envious sounds beside me were finally heard by those two people. Bella looked up and saw me, and immediately pouted and complained to me aggrievedly. "Sarah, control Luke! He's forcing me to eat meat. I've been fed several pounds heavier!" Luke couldn't be bothered to pay attention to me and dotingly wiped the corner of Bella's mouth. "You have to be obedient and eat this clean. Later, I'll feed you some brown sugar water." The discussion behind me stopped awkwardly. I looked at everyone's gossipy and pitiful gazes, smiled unchanged, and guided them to their seats. After arranging everyone, I took out my phone and started making an appointment for online visa processing. Luke walked quietly behind me. He saw the message on the phone, his expression cold, his eyes full of doubt. "Visa? You're going abroad?" I was thinking about how to hide it, but he suddenly grabbed my hand and questioned me in a surprised tone. "Sarah, where is your wedding ring!?" "Don't tell me you accidentally lost it!" I knew very well inside why he lost his composure like this. Married for ten years, I have always carried the wedding ring with me. But his wedding ring has never been worn in public. Thinking of my unusual behavior before, Luke had a bad premonition. 3 He held my hand and kept applying force, staring at me fixedly: "Explain it clearly to me!" Just as I was about to speak and answer truthfully, I was suddenly interrupted. Bella suddenly screamed, crying beautifully like a pear blossom bathed in rain. "Ah! It hurts so much! Luke..." Everyone subconsciously turned their heads to look. Bella knelt on the ground, her clasped palms constantly bleeding. Luke suddenly knocked me away and immediately ran over to hold her in his arms to comfort her. "Why so careless? Pay attention!" Bella's tears fell like big beads, and her whole body trembled in Luke's arms. She occasionally looked at me with frightened eyes several times. "I don't understand either... Obviously, Sarah wiped the fan used in the play clean yesterday. Bella also doesn't know why a small knife would be hidden inside the fan..." "Boohoo... Luke, Bella is in unbearable pain..." Luke looked at the small blade stained with blood next to the fan and was immediately furious. The next second, he glared fiercely at me and roared. "Sarah, have you learned to frame others after being unreasonable until now?!" "Hurry up and kneel on the ground and apologize to me!" Ignoring the contemptuous looks everyone cast at me, I slowly met his gaze. "This matter is someone framing me." "Why have you learned to lie now! The entire theater troupe knows that you are extremely jealous. The tools for my performance have always been kept and checked by you alone!" After Luke accused me, he picked up a ceramic cup placed on the table without a word and smashed it angrily on the ground. He crazily pinched my wrist and pressed it onto the fragments on the ground. My hands instantly became bloody and mangled, countless fragments piercing into my flesh. "This is the lesson you deserve! No one is allowed to treat her wounds!" "I'll wait for you to think things through clearly, realize your mistakes, and then come to apologize!" After Luke finished speaking, he held Bella in his arms and turned away firmly. Looking at his back as he left, my eyes instantly turned red, and my vision gradually became blurred. My tears fell one by one onto the broken ceramic cup. My hand really hurt so much, and my heart was pressed by intense pain so much that I couldn't breathe. The pattern on the ceramic cup fell apart. This cup was specially made by Luke alone in a pottery shop when he confessed his love to me. At that time, the young man's heart and eyes only held me. He said: "Sarah, this cup was completed by me alone. It symbolizes that I want to be with you for a lifetime, never to be separated." But now, the cup is broken, and his vows have long been self-defeating. I swept the fragments clean, together with all our past and my feelings for him, and threw them into the trash can. Walking into the lobby, Luke had just finished his performance. In the venue, the audience continued to applaud vigorously. Luke was high-spirited, walked off stage, took Bella's hand, and walked onto the stage together to express thanks. This unique highlight time for dramatists, Luke has long experienced countless times. A few months ago, I accidentally heard the boss ask him: "Sarah has taken care of you painstakingly for eight years. You are both partners and companions. Why don't you bring her to appear in front of the audience together?" The contempt in Luke's words was undisguised, "I reached where I am today entirely on my own talent and hard work." "She at most relies on my fame. Now she is no longer young. I don't want to take her to embarrass myself!" Returning to my senses and looking at the stage, Bella stood beside Luke beaming with joy. The lights kept shining on the two of them, looking quite like a match. Just then the phone notification sound happened to ring. The visa was finally handled successfully. I returned home to pack things, packing everything of my existence into the suitcase. Luke just happened to come home. He took out half a bottle of white medicine from his pocket and threw it at me. "The medicine I bought for you." I picked up the medicine bottle on the ground. I was very familiar with this bottle of medicine. In the friend circle Bella just posted, Luke used it to gently apply medicine to her. But, I am allergic to alcohol. Luke emerged at seventeen, and he, with excellent talent, was already regarded as a future master of drama, in the limelight. An actor with a deep background became jealous and viciously found someone to scratch his face. At that time, I desperately blocked in front of Luke. Because the injury was not too serious, a kind little girl in the theater troupe used alcohol disinfection to help me treat the wound. I had a severe allergy on the spot and even stopped breathing once. I was pulled into the operating table by ambulance and rescued for two full days before I regained consciousness. Later I heard the nurse mention how long I was rescued on the operating table, how long Luke accompanied outside the operating room, crying to collapse. After returning to the theater troupe later, Luke flew into a rage and threw away all the alcohol in the theater troupe cleanly, not allowing this thing to appear in front of me again. Unexpectedly, his memory is so bad. It's only been so long and he has forgotten this matter. I lowered my head and threw the alcohol into the trash can. Luke raised his eyebrows irritably when he saw that I didn't know what was good for me. "Forget it if you don't use it!" The sound of message notifications kept ringing. Luke took out his phone and looked at the messages intently, looking doting. Gently warned: "Bella, the wound must not touch water, be careful of infection." "Before the wound recovers, you can't eat spicy and greasy food. When your wound heals, brother will take you to eat all kinds of delicious food again." Perhaps a little surprised that I didn't make a big noise as before, Luke's eyes couldn't help but stop on me. Finally broke the deadlock first: "What happened today was just me killing the chicken to warn the monkey. You should know very well in your heart that there are many people in the theater troupe harboring evil designs." "The reason I treated you like that today was just to give others a warning." "As for caring about Bella, it's also a means to protect you." I hummed, not planning to argue with him about this topic anymore. "I understand your well-intentioned efforts." Luke was stunned in place. Just as he was about to speak, I pushed open the bathroom door to pack toiletries. What entered my view inside the sink was a pair of black lingerie that did not belong to me, crumpled into a ball and thrown inside. Outside the door, Luke also appropriately clicked on a voice message: "Luke, the underwear I changed in your bathroom this morning was forgotten by me to throw away in your house..." "Bring it over for me! The bottle of body wash in your house smells too good. I want you to help me bring a bottle over!" No wonder Luke would wear colors of clothes he didn't like at all when coming to the company. The fragrance emitting from his body was also a style he wouldn't choose at all. He really has been trained into an obedient dog. Luke finished listening to the voice message seriously and hastily pushed open the door. As soon as he came in, he saw me staring at the black intimate clothing in the sink. The guilty conscience in his eyes was undisguised, "This morning Bella suddenly had something to look for me, but she accidentally spilled a drink on herself, so I let her take a shower here." "I know." I didn't pay much attention, but turned sideways to let him pass. Luke put that piece of intimate clothing into his pocket. He was about to raise his foot to walk out, but then suddenly stopped. "If you mind, then I won't go over." I shook my head to indicate that I didn't care. Luke stood hesitantly in place. Bella called him again to urge him to go over quickly. Hanging up the phone, Luke lowered his eyes and said to me: "I'll rush home immediately after delivery. You just happen to make an appointment for marriage registration, and tomorrow we will get the marriage license." As soon as his voice fell, he couldn't wait to leave. After packing up the things, I opened the social media app casually. Bella posted on social media again. It was another close-up of fingers, putting water in the bath. The second photo was Bella taking a selfie in the mirror, and behind her was the profile of a man intently washing her hair. [Brother said it's inconvenient for me to take a shower with my hand injured, so he has to help me take a shower personally~ So shy...] Looking at the hands tightly wrapped in gauze, I turned and left the house I had lived in with Luke for ten years. Luke happened to send me a message: [Suddenly there is something to deal with, can't go home. Can't get the marriage license tomorrow.] I sent him a "hmm" indifferently. Anyway, I didn't take his words seriously. Pulling the suitcase out of the house, I took a taxi to the airport. After sending a breakup text message to Luke, I stepped onto the plane without hesitation.
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