Bittersweet
When Ethan was at his poorest, he came home drunk after negotiating a deal with a client.
He could not even stand straight when he reached home, but he desperately pulled out two pieces of melting chocolate from his pocket. “Honey, for you! Your favorite!”
During those endless days of arguments that followed, I always thought back to those two pieces of chocolate. They were the reason I compromised with him, fell pregnant for him, even miscarried for him.
It all ended just now, when he forgot to log out of his WhatsApp on his computer.
His friend messaged him. [Hey, your wife doesn’t know Anna joined your company yet, does she?]
[Back when she was about to leave the country, you searched the whole city for her favorite chocolate, but you still couldn’t convince her to stay. After that, you got dead drunk and cried the entire way home.]
[That was when I knew you would never get over her.]