Chapter 2

He stayed with me while I underwent physical therapy. He was by my side when I could finally stand again, and he proposed to me with a room of roses.

I was touched by his actions. Not only did I believe his nonsense and marry him, but I also fell in love and spent five years with him!

I felt like a joke.

My body went cold as I cried and laughed with my palm pressed against my mouth. My phone started ringing.

It was Joe.

I answered the call.

“Fiona, why aren’t you home? It’s inconvenient for you to go out in your wheelchair. Do you want me to pick you up?”

Joe sounded gentle and loving on the phone.

I just felt cold.

I did not know that love could be faked.

When he heard no response from me, he sounded a bit worried. “Fiona, are you alright? Is there something wrong?”

I took a deep breath and said softly, “I’m fine. I was a bit bored, so I came out.”

Actually, I had wanted to surprise Joe after work.

But I did not expect him to give me a bigger surprise.

Joe probably could tell that I was crying, so he sounded very nervous. “Are you crying? Who did this? Where are you? I’ll come find you right now!”

I dug my fingernails into my palm as I suppressed the sadness and hatred in my heart. “I’m fine. I was just watching a movie. The female protagonist was framed by her husband, whom she loved deeply. She was blind to everything. She didn’t know the truth and still loved him foolishly—”

Joe paused and interrupted me uneasily.

“It’s good that you’re fine. I’ll come and pick you up. You should watch less of this nonsense.”

I said, “It’s fine. I’ve already called a cab. I’ll reach home very soon.”

When I reached home, I could smell the delicious food as soon as I entered the living room.

Joe was cooking in the kitchen. When he heard the door unlock, he immediately walked out of the kitchen and pushed my wheelchair for me. “Fiona, you’re back! I made your favorite food!”

I looked up at him.

Joe obviously looked like he was trying to please me, just like a golden retriever wagging its tail.

In the past, I would have definitely tugged on his collar and kissed him. But today, I only felt disgusted.

“Fiona?”

When Joe did not receive a response from me, he stared at me in confusion.

Even though I had mentally prepared myself, I still could not help but tremble when I met his eyes.

Joe noticed that I was shaking, so he took my hand.

He then noticed how cold my hands were and was momentarily stunned before he got up, picked up a blanket from the couch, and wrapped it around me.

“Why is your hand so cold? It’ll be bad if you catch a cold.”

Then, he pushed me to the dining table gently.

He leaned down to give me a kiss on the forehead. “Just wait for another minute. I’ll get the food ready.”

I forced out a smile.

He had made a few recipes.

They were all foods that I liked.

Joe was a great cook. In the five years that we were married, he had taken care of cooking and all the house chores.

He smiled and served me some food. “My wife is too pretty to do any house chores. I’ll do this dirty work for you instead.”

When he saw that I seemed absent-minded, he served another piece of meat to me. “Eat it while it’s hot.”

I nodded and ate it.

The food that I once loved tasted like nothing.

After dinner, while Joe was taking a shower, I picked up his phone for the first time.