As soon as I stepped out of the company, it started drizzling. And of course, I’d forgotten my umbrella.

As the rain hit my skin, the cold seeped straight through.

I thought about taking a cab, but when I checked my bank balance and wallet, I found that I only had 50 cents left. I couldn’t even afford a ride.

Over the years, I had handed over my entire salary for Sandra to manage because she said we’d have plenty of expenses after we married.

To ensure that I wouldn’t spend recklessly, she had me run every small purchase by her.

But when it came to Lester, she was always generous. Just last week, she bought him a three-million-dollar sports car.

The difference between being loved and not being loved couldn’t be more obvious.

I smiled bitterly and walked home in the rain.

I finally got to the house Sandra and I shared. I was just about to change out of my shoes when I saw her in the kitchen. She was standing behind Lester, tying his apron, her expression tender.

“Ms. Wendell, just stand there. I promise I’ll cook something that’s perfectly to your taste,” Lester said.

“Really? I’m pretty picky, you know,” Sandra replied playfully.

The two of them flirted as if no one else was in the room. Their interactions were warm and harmonious.

Then, Sandra noticed me standing by the door. The smile faded from her face, and she coldly said, “Lester, just make enough for the two of us. After all, someone’s got too much pride today. I’m sure he wouldn’t want to eat here.”

I knew what she was implying, but I didn’t respond. I just bent down to change my shoes.

Frowning, Sandra raised her chin and shot me a glance. “Fred, since you’re back, I assume that you’ve realized your mistake. Why are you just standing there? Apologize to Lester and make it right. I’ll let this morning’s incident slide then. I’ll also keep your position in the company.”

She was so focused on Lester that she didn’t even notice how soaked I was, let alone care if I’d catch a cold.

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