Located in the neighborhood where Josiah and I lived.
In the photo, the man was wearing an apron and boiling ginger soup in the kitchen. The steam rising from the pot blurred the lens.
Caption: The highest level of love is to feel heartache. A cup of ginger soup on a winter night is worth more than all the sweet words in the world. Thank you for giving me your exclusive tenderness.
Within two minutes, the number of likes has already reached hundreds.
Most of them were employees of Josiah Company.
We didn’t get the certificate, nor did we have a wedding.
Except for a few top executives, no one in the company knew that he was married.
The comment section is now filled with voices shipping the couple.
Is this still the same iceberg boss? And it has to be Aurora’s charm! Even the big boss can be gentle and obedient to you.
“What Aurora? It seems like a change of tune is in order. She is about to become the president’s wife!”
“Congratulations in advance! When you get married, don’t forget about us. Let Mr. Gilbert give us two extra days off!”
Josiah could see her post, but he didn’t say a word in defense.
The default indulgence made me, as a wife, a huge joke.
All the understanding and compromises of the past six years have become incredibly cheap at this moment.
I chuckled at myself, turned off my phone, and forced myself to close my eyes and rest.
I was bombarded by numerous messages sent by Josiah until noon the next day.
“How long are you going to keep causing trouble? Can’t you consider the children?”
“You are about to become a mother soon, can you please change your temper?”
“Aurora spent the whole night talking nicely about you to me and even invited you to watch a musical. Take this opportunity to apologize to her and stop getting into arguments so easily in the future!”
His condescending tone seemed to suggest that if I didn’t follow his lead, I was being disrespectful.
After feeling mentally exhausted, I decided to have a heart–to–heart talk with him.
He revealed the location of the music theater.
Chapter 3
After a quick wash–up, I took a taxi to the scene.
Because I didn’t get enough rest, my swelling got worse today.
When he saw me, his face darkened.
The bottom of the eyes was filled with disgust.
“Don’t you know that you couldn’t tidy yourself up before going out?”
“Last night everyone was laughing at you, and today you still dressed like this. Did you have to slap my face?”
The last time we met, I really didn’t want to argue with him in public.
“Josiah, I became like this today because I was pregnant with your child.”
“Before getting pregnant, I was also a girl who loved beauty.”
The blame he didn’t finish choked in his throat, neither coming out nor going down.
