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Zhou Kai let out a cold laugh, his tone becoming even more cutting. "Care? You only know how to force me to talk about these 'concerns' all day long. Have you ever thought about my feelings? I come home exhausted from working hard outside, only to face these boring conversations!"
Lin Jin's face gradually paled as she looked at Zhou Kai, feeling lost. "To you, are my feelings so unimportant?"
Zhou Kai did not respond but turned to grab the car keys from the table. Without looking back, he walked toward the door. His silhouette disappeared outside, and the door slammed shut with a dull thud, as if announcing some kind of rupture.
Lin Jin stood there in a daze, the entire room enveloped in cold silence. She felt a wave of helplessness wash over her, as if something deep within her had shattered completely at that moment. Slowly, she sank into a chair, staring at the empty kitchen, tears finally slipping down her cheeks.
A few nights later, Lin Jin finally mustered the courage to look through Zhou Kai's phone. She knew it was an invasion of privacy and that it meant she had lost trust in their marriage, but she could no longer endure the restless nights and Zhou Kai's increasingly indifferent attitude.
She opened Zhou Kai's chat history, and the words on the screen made her heart plummet. Those ambiguous conversations, the smiles and affectionate tones, along with Zhou Kai's concern and tenderness for another woman—these were things she hadn't felt in a long time. Lin Jin felt as if the world was collapsing around her.
Trembling, she placed the phone back down, trying to calm herself, but tears blurred her vision. She struggled to take deep breaths, but the pressure in her chest made it nearly impossible to breathe. Her hands shook; she lacked even the strength to stand up and could only sit back on the sofa, hugging her knees and curling up into a small ball.
Her thoughts were chaotic, images of Zhou Kai with that woman flashing through her mind. They laughed together, embraced each other—those images pierced her heart like sharp blades. She forced herself to stop imagining them together, but the pain lingered, as if etched into her very bones.
Sitting on the sofa, Lin Jin felt an unbearable chill despite the dim and warm light in the room. She lowered her head as tears dripped onto the floor with soft sounds. Her shoulders trembled continuously as if trying to shake off all the pain buried deep within.
Faced with this evidence, Lin Jin chose not to confront Zhou Kai. She knew such a confrontation would only make things irreparable between them and might strip away what little dignity she had left in this already crumbling marriage. She opted for silence, choosing to continue playing the role of a good wife and maintaining the facade of a complete family at least on the surface.
However, this silence gradually wore down her inner strength bit by bit. Every morning, she still woke up early to prepare breakfast for Zhou Kai. Watching him pick up his coat and leave home made Lin Jin feel like a stranger in her own life. She tried multiple times to gather courage to speak up but always hesitated at the moment of opening her mouth, ultimately choosing silence instead. The ticking of the kitchen clock seemed to mock her helplessness; she mechanically flipped the spatula with practiced yet stiff movements while feeling hollow inside—like a soulless puppet.
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