That day, my husband's face contorted due to immense pain as he glared at me before dashing toward the bedroom. After that, I fixed my clothes, and sat there on the sofa for a long time, staring at the distance blankly.

I still didn't know why my husband had decided to behave like this. But I didn't want to think about him anymore. Our relationship was already on the verge of breaking, and after tonight, I didn't know whether I would still be able to face him in the future or not.

Tears continued to pour out of my eyes, but I didn't dare to wipe them. I was already...