Marriage was like brewing a cup of tea.At the beginning, it needed boiling water, scalding hot, poured into the cup, with fragrant leaves floating on the surface.As time passed, the water cooled, the leaves spread out, revealing their true form.In the end, the tea turned cold, the leaves sank to the bottom, and people walked away.Angela circled the lid along the rim of the cup, skimming off the foam on the surface. Her voice held not a trace of emotion.“You arrived faster than I expected, so the tea isn’t ready yet. I’ll have to trouble you to wait.”The moment Donald heard her call him “Mr. Turner,” a sense of discomfort and pressure welled up inside him.He said, “If you’re unhappy, then say it outright. Argue with me. Fight with me.”Angela was as calm as still water. “Haven’t I argued and fought with you enough? Did it ever work?”“Angela, I never thought we would end up like this.”“Yes, that’s right. What you thought was to ruin my reputation, leave me homeless, make me des
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