Chapter 231
I looked at the continuous drizzle outside, and a touch of indescribable sadness and desolation surged in my heart. I didn’t want to indulge in such negative emotions. I took a deep breath and turned to organize the clothes and daily necessities in the box. I hadn’t brought much, and it didn’t take long to tidy up.
I lay on the sofa and rested for a while. I had planned to go for a walk in the evening, buying food and bed linens on the way back. The drizzling rain continued until around seven o’clock. It was completely dark outside, and the road was slippery. Afraid of falling, I didn’t dare go out and ordered takeout instead. I didn’t have bed linens, so I would have to make do on the sofa tonight.
Yesterday’s spaghetti delivery had arrived clumped together. This time, I ordered steamed buns and rice porridge. I was sitting on the sofa watching TV when there was a knock at the door. “Hello, takeout,” a voice called.
I quickly got up and opened the door. A delivery person in a raincoat stood at the entrance, saying, “Hello, here is your delivery.” I was thanking him and taking the food when I saw a flickering spark in the dark corridor. I looked carefully. The next second, I trembled. It was Reynaldo!
He was leaning against the opposite wall, smoking a cigarette, his gaze fixed on me. Astonishment and rejection flooded my heart. I took the takeout and quickly closed the door. He, however, took a large step forward and forcefully placed his hand on the door panel. The deliveryman glanced at him, then at me, and quickly ran away.
Reynaldo’s hand remained on my door, his gaze cold as autumn weather. I laughed angrily, bitterness filling my heart. Why had he come to my apartment after being relatively subdued at the hospital? I’d only exchanged a few words with Kimberly; if I’d done something more, would he have killed me?
I tried my best to suppress the sadness and resentment I shouldn’t have felt. I coldly said to him, “Move aside, I want to close the door!” He not only failed to step aside but forcefully pushed open my door. I stepped back, glaring angrily. “What are you up to again?”
Reynaldo turned and closed the door, silently looking at me. The smoke from his cigarette lingered in the air. I furrowed my brows, disgust and rejection flashing through my mind. I grabbed the takeout, shouting, “Get out of here!”
Reynaldo’s face turned cold. He approached me step by step. The smell of smoke intensified, and I frowned, stepping back. Unconsciously, I had retreated to the corner. I stared coldly at him, feeling nothing but resentment. He approached, his tall figure exuding pressure and coldness.
“Did you just… tell me to go away?” he asked.
“Yes!” I replied.
Extreme grievance and resentment overwhelmed my fear of him. He smirked, a laugh colder than ice, “During our three years of marriage, you always told me to get lost, and you still do now.”
“Yes, during those three years and now. I hated you and didn’t want to see you!”
He had truly oppressed me. I hated him for coaxing me to have his child while simultaneously yelling and threatening me about Kimberly. I had always intensely disliked everything about him.
Reynaldo stared at me heavily, his chilling smile saying, “You finally dare to tell the truth. You’ve always despised me.”
“Yes!” I admitted without hesitation. It didn't matter anymore; he could hit or kill me if he pleased. I couldn’t endure his oppression and humiliation any longer.
Reynaldo stared menacingly and laughed. His large palm slowly climbed up my neck. I stared back angrily. “Marrying you three years ago is my life’s biggest regret. If I could turn back time, even if it meant ruining my reputation, I wouldn’t want any connection with you.”