She smiled despite the torture she was going through, slung the suit jacket over his shoulders, like the virtuous wife she was.
She could feel his piercing gaze on her, but she didn’t let it bother her. She wasn’t that frail, and she wasn’t going to feel sorry for herself no matter what she did.
After all, she wasn’t the one who made the mistake in the first place.
It didn’t take long for her to finish, and she raised her head to face the man she had been married to for nearly eighteen years, wondering what had gone wrong.
Although he could notice the shifts in her mood, he didn’t bother to ask or show interest in it, instead saying coolly, as if to a subordinate, “don’t wait for me. I’m not coming back."
When she heard this, she panicked and revealed her hidden emotions without saying anything.
When he saw this, he smiled for a split second before disappearing.
