Theodore Weaver carried Coco Smith to the hospital, treating her with utmost care, even cracking jokes to cheer her up. He never seemed this attentive to me after our marriage. Watching their intimate interaction, I felt a wave of nausea. Theodore Weaver skillfully picked up a paring knife to peel an apple for Coco Smith. With his thumb steadying the apple and the knife rotating smoothly, the peel came off quickly. I remembered how Theodore used this trick to peel apples for me during our college days. Post-marriage, I hadn’t seen him do it again. Just then, the doctor walked in. "Miss Smith, avoid any strenuous activity for the next few days. Just apply some ointment, and you can go home." "Thank you, doctor." After the doctor left, Theodore eagerly shifted into his nurturing role. "I'm sorry, Coco, for all the trouble." "Don’t say that, Theodore. It's all my fault. I took my sister's heart, so it's only natural she wants to get back at me." Coco Smith spoke in a coy, helpless tone. Hearing her words, I clenched my hands tightly. That heart was rightfully mine. "Her condition wasn't serious, and you were in critical need. Who else would I save?" Theodore looked at Coco with adoration. They were lost in their affectionate world. ... I followed them back to the house Theodore had bought for Coco. "Surprise!" Theodore shouted, making me flinch. As I stepped inside, I saw the entire house filled with pink balloons and vibrant flowers everywhere. "Theodore, after all these years, you still remember our anniversary." "I've always kept it in my heart. If it weren’t for all these distractions, I’d have even ordered a special cake for you." I tightened my fists, my breath quickening slightly. You really care about this first love of yours. Once upon a time, Theodore also planned such surprises for me. Coco Smith gently sniffed a rose. "With you by my side, my heart is full of joy." They embraced each other, and Coco acted bashfully. "I hope Zera doesn't get jealous. I just want a little piece of your love." "I will always love you." A pang of pain surged through my soul. Theodore Weaver had once been my senior in college, and as a junior, I experienced his fervent pursuit. He was courteous, tall, and handsome back then. His roommate was Cary Hall. Under the guise of looking out for his buddy, Cary often approached me, trying to win my favor. But my heart was set on Theodore. Though he came from a modest background and was an orphan, I didn’t mind. He was ambitious then. After I accepted Theodore's confession, Cary still hung out with us as a friend. Later, we succeeded in our startups, got married, and had our son Teddy. But Theodore gradually changed. He started staying out more and became increasingly indifferent to me. It turned out his first love, Coco Smith, had returned from abroad. She was a few years younger than him and had grown up with him. Coco had originally broken up with Theodore, thinking he was a poor boy. But now that he was successful, she came back. With her subpar college degree, Coco couldn’t find a decent job. Theodore pampered her like a captive lover, transferring money to her, showering her with love, and even buying her a house. Theodore, do you even realize your wife has been struggling with her health for over twenty days? And you haven’t bothered to ask about it. Theodore tenderly massaged Coco Smith’s leg muscles. "Massaging will help you heal faster. I'll go prepare your favorite dishes." I watched Theodore expertly chop and cook, and couldn’t help but let out a bitter laugh. After our marriage, Theodore never stepped into the kitchen for me. "I’m working hard for our future. You should handle the housework. After all, I'm doing it all for our family," he’d say whenever I asked him to cook. I stopped asking after that. Is it truly because of your work you avoid these chores? Now here you are, massaging and cooking Coco’s favorite meals. Do you even know what Teddy and I enjoy eating? Watching them snuggle together, I shook my head in resignation.