Before them, a steaming barbeque on the square table was emitting smoke.

Aria clasped her hands together, her face beaming with happiness. "I love spicy barbeque the most. It's rare that Arthur still remembers my taste."

Arthur pursed his lips and naturally moved the dish in front of Aria.

Due to my recent miscarriage, I could only eat a piece of cake before stopping.

Arthur chatted with Aria the entire time, utterly oblivious to my situation.

It wasn't until they finished their food that Aria suddenly noticed something and exclaimed, "Charlie hasn't eaten anything. Is it not to your liking? I'm so sorry. I was so engrossed in chatting with Arthur that I didn't notice..."

"It's not your fault." Arthur interrupted Aria's apology.

I ignored them and answered on my own, "I can't eat spicy food lately."

Arthur froze for a moment, then realized and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry, I forgot."

It had only been a few days since my miscarriage, and Arthur already said he had forgotten.

But when it came to Aria, he could recount events from over a decade ago in vivid detail.

I shook my head. "It's okay, it doesn't matter."

It really didn't matter anymore.

Arthur frowned. Perhaps due to Aria's presence, he ultimately didn't say anything.

"What are you two whispering about? You can't keep secrets from me!"

Aria raised her index finger and poked Arthur's chest playfully.

Arthur didn't dodge, allowing her to do as she pleased.

"It's nothing. Her health has always been poor." Arthur emphasized once again.

He was afraid I would slip up and let Aria know about my miscarriage.

It was laughable. If he had any intention of staying faithful to her, he shouldn't have married me, let alone gotten me pregnant.

After dinner, Arthur offered to take Aria home first and then come back for me.

I readily agreed.

Arthur opened the passenger door first, then walked around to the driver's seat. After Aria was seated, he leaned over to fasten her seatbelt.

Aria and I locked eyes in the rearview mirror.

She spread her hands, offering a helpless expression.

I thought for a moment, then walked forward and carefully instructed, "Drive slowly."

Arthur and I met eyes, his expression a bit strained.

"Let's go, don't keep Charlie waiting too long," Aria urged, nudging his arm.

After they left, I turned and hailed a ride.

On the way, Arthur called a few times, but I didn't answer.

When I got home, I started packing. I didn't own much, just some daily necessities and books.

By the time Arthur got home, I had already packed most of my things.

He looked at the packages on the floor, his tone unpleasant.

"You're leaving home just because I took Aria home first? Charlotte, when did you become so dramatic?"

He still didn't understand why I was angry, continuing to avoid the main issue.

But I had no intention of explaining.

I stood up, lightly patted his cheek, and forced a smile. "What are you thinking? I'm just getting ready to move into our new home."

Last year, Arthur and I bought a new house, and if all goes well, we should be moving in next month.

But Arthur doesn't need to come along anymore.

Arthur's expression softened a bit as he handed me a bouquet of lilies. "Charlie, these are for you."

It was the first time he had called me that.

When we first started dating, I called him "baby" and "honey", but he never responded.

If I called again, he'd just give me a cold look.

"Just call me by my name," he had said.

He always called me "Charlotte", often omitting even that.

At our wedding, when the officiant asked him to name ten nicknames that belonged to us, he couldn't come up with a single one.

I had to step in and save him from the embarrassment.

Now, calling me Charlie, he was probably been influenced by Aria.

I took the flowers and casually placed them on the table.

"What's wrong? You don't like them?"

I had to admit Arthur was being a bit overly sensitive today.

In the past, I'd always responded to his gifts with exaggerated enthusiasm.

It wasn't just about trying to please him; I genuinely cherished his thoughtfulness.

Even a simple hairpin he bought on a whim to support a college student's startup at the subway entrance would be carefully treasured by me.

But honestly, those moments were rare.

"No, they're lovely and smell fantastic," I replied with a smile.

Arthur still seemed unsure.

He repeated himself, "Charlotte, let me say it again, Aria is just my junior from school. She has this dependency on me, and after spending so many years abroad, she's still adjusting to being back. I'm just being a responsible senior, that's all."

I looked at him playfully without saying a word.

A department can have anywhere from dozens to hundreds of people.

Did he treat everyone with such care?

As if remembering something, he took my hand. "I'm sorry about losing the baby, but we have to keep moving forward."

So, he still remembered that I had just lost a child.

Because it wasn't his pain, he could self-righteously demand that I move on.

But when I tried to move on, his heart began to waver.

He was looking at another woman.

"Maybe this child just came at the wrong time," I said.

He was about to say something more, but a sudden ringing interrupted him.

"The installers are here, right?

"You can't handle it alone, don't push yourself.

"These guys are slippery; wait for me, I'll be right there."

Arthur hung up the phone and rushed out without looking back. "I need to go to Aria's place; the furniture delivery guys are there. She can't handle it alone."

"It's okay, go ahead, don't keep them waiting."

I realized that when I decided to let go, I could be understanding, too.

My voice was drowned out by the sound of his footsteps down the stairs.

To save time, he didn't even wait for the elevator.