“I have a boyfriend. Why do you, like my
mother, decide my future? What gives you the right?!”
That was the first time I realized how
despicable I was in her eyes.
The next day, Sarah’s boyfriend broke up with
her and disappeared.
She blamed me for everything.
Reluctantly, she went through the wedding
ceremony with me.
Sarah’s mother also told me then:
“Tom, although we have an agreement, you and Sarah can’t get a marriage license.”
“Sarah is right; you really don’t deserve her
now.”
After my parents died, I was powerless and naturally couldn’t compare to the thriving
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Miller family.
Thinking about it, I sighed.
Perhaps my decision was wrong from the
start.
After that day, Sarah didn’t even come home.
Mark would occasionally send messages to
taunt me.
[Mr. Tom, this is my first time being a father,
and there are some things I don’t understand.
I’d like to ask for your advice.]
[You’re much older than me, you must have
more experience with kids, right?]
Such messages annoyed me.
Sarah and I had been married for three years,
and she wouldn’t even let me touch her. Even
when we slept in the same bed, there was a
wooden partition in the middle.
く
If I accidentally touched her, she’d get sick
and want to scrub her skin off in the shower.
The constant vibrations made me unbearable.
I picked up my phone and called.
“Don’t you use your phone for anything other
than looking pretty? Didn’t Sarah tell you that we never had sex?”
“Or are you just showing off? If so, you’ve got the wrong person. Sarah and I have nothing
to do with each other anymore. I truly wish you both well…
