ManyWriters

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On our fifth wedding anniversary, Nash forcefully dragged me, who has a phobia of deep water, to go free diving so he could have a chance encounter with his childhood sweetheart.
When a massive sea creature approached, Nash snatched away my oxygen tank and abandoned me with my foot trapped in coral reef as he escaped with his childhood sweetheart.
After being rescued ashore, I, now a nervous wreck, begged Nash, who loves playing video games, to keep it down. Instead, I was forced to listen to their passionate lovemaking all night in the next room.
Nash blamed me for not being understanding enough, while my own mother advised me to learn to endure silently.
No one knew that on that night, I had already agreed to my advisor's offer to study abroad.
Nash, you'll never be able to catch up to me again.

My Husband Sent Me into the Sea to Feed the Fish

In the most famous seafood restaurant, the large wooden table was laden with delicacies from land and sea - abalone, crab, sea cucumber...


Nash was absorbed in carefully peeling crabs, placing the tender white meat into my plate after finishing a few crab legs.


"Vivienne, I was wrong before. Can you forgive me?"


I didn't speak, staring blankly at the crab meat on my plate.


When we were dating before, I had told him about my seafood allergy, but he forgot. That was bad enough.


Didn't I also mention it to him before this trip?


Hearing his first formal apology, I couldn't bring myself to feel happy at all.


"Waiter, bring a bowl of millet porridge and some refreshing pickled vegetables!"


Levi took away the plate in front of me and grabbed a steaming bowl of millet porridge from the waiter's hands.


"You just had surgery not long ago, and you've been startled today. It's better to eat something light."


"Thank you." I gave him a grateful look.


My boyfriend of nearly ten years couldn't even compare to a senior classmate I'd only known for just over a year.


Nash cursed under his breath, then dumped the plate on the ground. Several stray dogs instantly scrambled to fight over it.


My heart sank even further as I watched Nash peel the crab roe portion and feed it directly into Zara's mouth.


Zara even deliberately stuck out her tongue, sensually licking Nash's finger.


I turned away in disgust, the warm millet porridge now tasting like cardboard in my mouth.


In the past, Nash would always eat whatever I was eating.


When asked, he'd say, "Whatever Vivienne loves to eat is what I love to eat, because I love Vivienne."


My chest felt heavy and constricted, tears gradually blurring my vision and dripping into the millet porridge.


Under the table, out of sight from everyone else, Levi quietly slipped two tissues into my palm.


Nash was too busy chatting and laughing with Zara, constantly using words like "baby" and "sweetheart"...


Chapter 4