Chapter 005 Business Card

The sob sobbed sobered most of my wine. I lowered my head and saw tears hanging on my wife's cheeks, my eyes full of anger and helplessness. I suddenly felt soft. My heart was filled with a strong sense of guilt. I let go of her hand and left her body unwillingly

She was free and pushed me away from her body, hiding aside like she was avoiding the plague, and distanced herself from me

Seeing her reaction, the nameless anger in my heart burned again. I turned over and stood up from the bed, waved my hand and knocked over the desk lamp on the bedside table, and roared: I am your husband, why do I feel like a fucking rapist!

The desk lamp flew a few meters away like a small boat hit by heavy rain. The sound of rupture came, and the debris sprinkled all over the floor. The only light in the house disappeared and fell into darkness, just like my heart and our feelings at this moment.

I've never really got angry in front of her. This is the first time I've broken things in front of her and then used to the darkness. I saw her holding her body, curled up in a corner of the bed, like a wounded kitten, like a wounded kitten

The guilty feeling eroded my heart even more and made me not know what to do. I wanted to go over and hug her tightly and say sorry, but as soon as my hand reached out, she shrank and hid further away, her eyes full of defense and vigilance.

I was very distressed and a little angry. Why did she think I would hurt her? The trust between us disappeared and collapsed and disappeared. It was like two strangers who were guarding each other did not extend their hands after all. Instead, they angrily punched the wall. There was a loud noise from the wall, but I could no longer feel the pain. I picked up the clothes on the ground, turned around and walked out of the room.

I don't know if she felt my distress, or if my actions tonight scared her, as soon as the door was pulled up, a heart-wrenching cry came from the room.

I fell on the door, listening to her crying in the room, but I couldn't go in to comfort her, nor could I wipe her tears, I could do nothing, I was angry, why did we become like this, and when we reached this point, I held my head and squatted on the ground, buried my head deeply in my arms, trying to escape from everything that happened

The cry that night lasted for a long time, until the hoarseness did not stop. I lay on the sofa and couldn't fall asleep all night. The miserable cry kept lingering in my ears and penetrated into my mind. No matter how I covered my ears, it would be useless. I felt a deep sin.

Later, for a while, my life became regular and clean again. I went home after work, not going to the bar or drinking

We are not continuing to quarrel, and life returns to the surface calmness. I still love her. I know she is the same and loves me. We all want to save this relationship and try our best to maintain this marriage. Therefore, we have a tacit understanding and pretend that it has never happened.

But how could I forget the trauma caused by that incident? Maybe it was just a deliberate and temporary forgetting! But I felt that the distance between the two hearts was getting farther and farther, so far that I couldn't touch it, as if I had never been close to it.

I don't know how long we can last, one day, two days, or one month, two months, the road ahead is still long, and we will continue to do so, and when that day comes, it may be the day we will be separated forever.

I don't want to end this relationship. This marriage is eager to find a solution to change our situation

I took her for a walk, went shopping, gave her flowers, gifts, took her to romantic places, had candlelight dinner, and surprised her with different styles.

Although we were all happy and sweet when we were together, she held my hand and occasionally when she was happy, she would give me a sweet kiss on my face like before, but I could feel it, it was like a thirsty person who drank sea water and could only drink it the more he drank, and eventually he would die of dehydration and death.

When I was anxious and didn't know what to do, one day I accidentally flipped through the business card, the business card of the woman who disappeared in my life like a dream.

It is pitch black all over, with a blood-stained red rose in the middle, just like the person who left this business card, emitting endless temptations, leaving people with endless imagination, but it makes people unable to see clearly, grasp, and understand thoroughly