로그인When my husband from the arranged marriage lost his memory, I couldn't resist messing with him. “Adrian. Say 'Boss.'“ The man in the hospital bed hugged his pillow and looked up at me like a good little boy. “Boss.” I nodded, satisfied. Perfect. A whole year of marriage, and he never once called me his wife. One car crash, and he'd been demoted to calling me Boss. Adrian and I had an arranged marriage. I did it for my family's dying factory. After the wedding he was colder than the fridge. We slept in separate rooms. He wouldn't eat my cooking and wouldn't take my calls. He even saved my number in his phone as “the Bell girl.” I lived in the Crane house more carefully than the hired help. His mother thought I was poor. His aunt thought I was trash. Adrian thought I was an eyesore. Then came the crash. A clot pressing on the nerves in his brain. The doctor said his mind had rolled back to about six years old. I looked at the man in the bed, clutching my sleeve and refusing to let go, and on the inside, I was glowing. Payback. My moment had finally come. I wanted money. I wanted revenge. I wanted a divorce and a clean getaway.
더 보기Six months later, my “Don't Ask” had opened a branch.The branch was called “Still Asking.”Customers loved it.They said one look at the owner and you knew there was a story.I'd say, “The story's not for sale. Wontons are eight bucks.”Danny came by to help sometimes.Frank Bell came looking for me once.I didn't see him.I had Danny pass along a message:“He gets whatever support he's legally owed. Affection's off the table.”Not every parent earns the right to a child's heart.I didn't go digging for news about the Cranes.But it drifted in anyway.Adrian cleaned out the Crane board.Vivian went abroad. Tessa's allowance card got cut off, and she started selling her luxury goods to get by.People still called her Auntie Sprout.Word was she hated pothos most of all.I listened for a while and laughed out loud.One day a special customer came into the shop.Walter.He stood in the doorway holding a big cardboard box.“Mrs—Miss Bell.”I wiped my hands on my apron.“Walter. What can I
Adrian settled into the town.He rented the second floor across the street.Every morning he lined up to buy wontons.The old folks watched the show at first, then started stirring the pot.“He looks pale today, give him two extra.”I said, “His face is expensive. The wontons aren't.”“He fixed my door lock yesterday.”I said, “Then you put him on payroll.”“He's so tall, one bowl won't fill him up.”I'd had it.“Whose relative is he, exactly?”An auntie smiled, eyes crinkling.“We're relatives of love.”I nearly bent the strainer in half.Adrian ate with his head down, the corner of his mouth twitching just slightly.My mother came to the town once.She was dressed too thin, crying. “Romy, I was wrong.”I looked at her red, frozen hands.It wasn't that it didn't hurt.But hurt or not, I couldn't hand myself back.I asked her, “If you had it to do over, would you sell me to Gerald?”Her crying stopped.The silence was the answer.I nodded.“Then you weren't wrong.”“You just lost your
Adrian came anyway.That day the town got hit with a downpour, mud splashing everywhere.I pushed up the shutter at dawn and there was a black umbrella standing by my foot.A sticky note hung on the handle.“Don't get rained on.”It was Adrian's handwriting.I took the umbrella in and hung it in the corner.By the lunch rush, the shop was loud and packed.A man in a suit was hunched in the corner, black mask on, having ordered an eight-dollar bowl of plain wontons.I carried it over.He kept his head down. “Thanks.”I stared at him.“Adrian.”He stiffened.I set the bowl down.“Keep pretending and I'll dump three spoons of vinegar in.”He pulled off the mask.He'd lost weight.There were shadows under his eyes.It was still that same infuriating face.The aunties in the shop went silent in an instant.Someone whispered, “This your ex?”I said, “No. Not divorced yet.”The auntie's eyes lit up.“Then there's still a shot.”I said, “No. There's no shot.”Adrian ate his wontons, head down.
I wanted to explain.I wanted to ask about the note, ask why he'd said nothing about any of it.But the way he looked at me, it was like he'd flipped through every page of the last few days and then burned each one.I was suddenly afraid.Afraid he'd snap back into the old, ice-cold Adrian.Afraid he'd ask about me using him to make money, dragging him around to apologize, putting him on livestreams.So I did the most cowardly, and most correct, thing of my life.I turned and ran.Out of the courthouse, into a cab, onto the train, all in one clean motion.My phone rang the whole way.I didn't pick up.Once I was aboard, I texted Walter.“Remember to water the pothos.”I thought about it and added one more line.“Remind him to eat.”Then I powered off the phone and pulled the SIM.Outside the window, a tall figure in a white shirt sprinted onto the platform.Through the glass, our eyes met.The train pulled out, and he didn't catch it.I sank back into my seat and finally cried.Very qu
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