I watched his face change from anger to joy, nodded and shook his head.

I reached out and handed him another list.

Keith stretched out his hand to pinch my neck. “Ruby, are you kidding me? Why is our child gone?”

I pried his hand open and reported a date.

I watched with satisfaction as Keith’s face gradually turned pale and the corners of my mouth curled up happily.

Keith had no right to blame me.

Because that day I fell down the stairs and my stomach hurt so much.

I held on to the last bit of fantasy and called Keith countless times.

Until the phone ran out of power, until I was in so much pain that I was unconscious, Keith did not answer the phone.

And that day was the birthday of his childhood sweetheart.

Keith rubbed his hands and was quiet for a moment. “It doesn’t matter if the child is gone, you are not worthy of being a mother at all.”

Keith washed his hands, as if he had just touched me and dirty his palms and turned back to the study.

If it were me in the past, I might have brought fruit and begged for peace in a humble manner. But in this eight-year marriage, I found that I was not happy in any aspect.

The person in front of me was no longer the one in my heart.

I turned back to the bedroom and took a bath with hot water.

Keith did not wait for my request for peace, but only waited for an empty and dark room.

I soaked in the water, letting the water cover my head.

Who would have thought that Keith and I were together because of an accident? The story was a cliché hero saving beauty, but it was incredible.

I was the hero, Keith was also a hero and the kitten in Keith’s arms was beautiful.

When Keith was in high school, his father did not allow him to reveal his identity and his mother was extremely strict.

His temperament had always been a little cold and with a good-looking face, he attracted many girls.

Others were jealous and thought he was noble, especially his loyalty to rescuing small animals, which added a new layer of glory to his cold personality.

Such people were inevitably bullied at school.

When I appeared in the alley on my bicycle with a bun in my mouth, Keith was already at a disadvantage. His fair face was rubbed by the wall and blood was on it. He was still holding the little cat tightly in his arms.

I rushed toward the gangsters in the lead on my bicycle.

The gangsters shouted for mercy and ran two miles away.

Keith looked up at me and said that my appearance that day was like a beam of light.

The kitten meowed and rubbed my trouser legs in a flattering way.

Since that incident, Morris realized that he could no longer suppress Keith’s identity and Keith became bolder.

He changed his cold appearance in the past and launched a fierce pursuit of me.

I had been avoiding him because I really didn’t want to cause trouble for myself.

I said to Keith more than once, “I am not saving you, I am doing it for Coco.”

Keith smiled and replied, “I know, I got Coco’s help.”

Until my drunk father smashed the bottle on my mother’s forehead and my mother jumped down from the upstairs.

At that time, my mother was wearing the pure white pearl necklace that my father gave her when he got married.

I looked at the necklace soaked in my mother’s blood and looked up at my father with empty eyes.

I sat under the streetlight and lost my mind.

When Keith found me, I was almost frozen to hypothermia in the snowy night, wearing thin clothes.

Keith’s embrace awakened my remaining rationality.

I threw myself into his arms and cried loudly.

I cried and laughed.

I said, “Keith, my mother was wearing that necklace before she died. Tell me, will all men change?”

Keith touched my palms that were frozen and unable to move over and over again and told me firmly. “No, Ruby, I will not change, I will love you forever.”

That day under the streetlight, I kissed his lips. I looked at his eyes that were almost obsessed with the streetlight and said carefully, “Keith, let’s fall in love.”

Keith hugged me tightly in his arms and tears spread over my head.

I looked at the pearl necklace on the ground and murmured, “Keith, if you don’t love me anymore, give me a pearl necklace and we’ll separate.”

He cried and shook his head. “No, Ruby, I will love you, for a lifetime, in the next life, forever.”

I never doubted Keith’s sincerity, but sincerity changed rapidly.

Keith was determined to be with me.

Morris thought that my mother died unexpectedly and my father was an alcoholic and gambler.

I was a trouble and his family had always disagreed with my relationship with Keith.

Keith took me to another city despite his family’s objections.

Morris cut off all Keith’s financial resources just to wait for him to bow his head.

Keith had to help me deal with my difficult father while making a living, often working multiple jobs.

We always stood under the streetlights and looked up at the lights of thousands of homes.

Keith touched my head. “Ruby, believe me, if I didn’t rely on my family, I would buy you a house like this.”

At that time, he always got off work very late and I often waited for him until I fell asleep.

Every night, when he worked overtime, he would bring me the cake from my favorite store and a discounted rose.

I invited him to eat with me, but he always shook his head and said he didn’t like it and turned around to put the rose into the vase we picked together.

In fact, I knew that he was the person who loved sweets the most.

Under this kind of life, the young master who had never touched the housework learned to bargain with the aunties in the vegetable market.

He always held the vegetables in one hand and held my hand with the other. “Ruby, it was awesome! That aunt gave us two garlics.”

Outside the door, Keith and I were busy with the family.

When I opened the door, Coco stretched her back and walked toward us, meowing around the new things she bought.

Keith would skillfully scoop Coco’s poop and then act coquettishly and let me help him tie his apron.

With the roar of the range hood, we and Coco’s meal were served.

Morris finally compromised, perhaps because he was too old, or perhaps because he needed an heir because of terminal cancer.

On the day when Keith was allowed to marry me, he cried in front of me for the second time.

He held the wedding ring and the house deed and knelt on one knee.

“Ruby, I finally got the approval from my parents that you wanted. I want to marry you. I bought all these with the money I earned over the years. My vows were fulfilled at that time. Ruby, will you marry me?”

Coco circled around me excitedly. My eyes were red and I nodded frantically.

The doctor pushed my shoulder and I came to my senses. My physical condition had been getting worse recently.

My heart, digestion and nerves had all had problems.

The doctor said that I was suffering from somatization of anxiety and asked me to find time to relax.

I took a bag of medicine and nodded in agreement.

When I was leaving, I ran into Keith holding Cynthia’s waist. Cynthia called me, “Ruby, why are you here too?”

I turned around and wanted to leave, but Keith snatched the diagnosis from my hand.

“Anxiety disorder? Ruby, why are you pretending?”

Cynthia tugged at the corner of Keith’s clothes. “Ruby, I’m sorry, I didn’t know you called because you fell down because of pregnancy, otherwise I would have let Keith go back and you would have a new child.”

I sneered, “No, we’re getting divorced soon, Cynthia, you can finally take the throne.”

Keith threw my medicine on the ground, clenched his hands so tightly that veins appeared and suppressed his anger.

“Ruby, what are you talking about? Am I told you that Cynthia is just my sister? Besides, Cynthia has a stomachache today. Wouldn’t it make her feel worse if you said that?”

Cynthia fell into Keith’s arms unintentionally, muttering softly, “Keith, I’m fine. Go see Ruby.”

Keith stood in front of me, feeling very oppressive. “Ruby, how long are you going to make a fuss?”

I picked up the medicine and looked at him calmly. “I’m not making a fuss.”

Keith still thought that my proposal for divorce was a new way to attract his attention.

He didn’t even realize that I had moved out long ago when he hadn’t returned home for a long time.

It was ridiculous.

Keith grabbed the medicine I had just picked up and said without question, “I’ll take you home.”

I didn’t say anything, crossed my arms and looked at Cynthia.

Cynthia groaned and looked at Keith with tears in her eyes. “Keith, my stomach hurts.”

Keith looked at me, then at Cynthia. I took the medicine back and turned to leave.

You see, when faced with a conflict, Keith’s balance still leaned toward Cynthia.

I returned to the familiar downstairs.

It seemed as if my mother’s blood was still spilled under the dim light.

A few years ago, my father passed away unexpectedly and I became the only heir to this room.

The place I once hated had now become my only harbor.

When I turned on the light, the scene of my father beating my mother was still vivid in my mind.

Keith’s voice, hugging me and saying that he would never change, was still echoing.

I shook my head in disgust and felt extremely sick.

I called the lawyer, told him the details and asked him to help me draft a divorce agreement.

The lawyer was very fast and sent me the contract in a short while.

I looked at the contract and felt much more at ease.

Just as I was about to take a shower and go to bed, the phone rang suddenly.

Keith’s voice was a little flustered. “Ruby, come quickly, Archer is not feeling well and wants his mother.”

I jumped out of the bed and rushed to the old house of the Trivett Family. Archer was sitting in Cynthia’s arms and Keith fed dumplings into his mouth.

They were so happy that I looked like the third party.

Archer buried her head in Cynthia’s arms and shouted, “I don’t want her, she’s a big liar!”

I reached out to hug Archer, but Cynthia stopped me. “Ruby, what are you doing here?”

“Archer is sick, I heard he wants his mother.”

Archer made more noise in Cynthia’s arms, almost knocking over the bowl of dumplings in Keith’s hand.

“I don’t want you! You’re a bad guy! You lied! You said you would never lie to me!”

Cynthia smiled. “Ruby, you also saw that Archer is not sick and Archer doesn’t want his mother.”

Keith’s sister sat in the middle of the table and laughed. “Ms. Erickson, you are such a failure, your own son doesn’t want you.”

I almost forgot about this person.

At that time, Morris and others had already shown signs of loosening up and his sister had been whispering in his parents’ ears, so whatever I did would be interpreted maliciously.

His parents hated me even more.

The reason why Keith’s sister hated me was also very simple, just because she simply liked Cynthia and thought that I had taken her position as sister-in-law.

It was ridiculous that someone who had never seen me can had such great malice toward me.

I pulled out a chair and sat at the table, looking straight at Keith. “Keith, didn’t you call and say that Archer was sick and wanted his mother? What’s wrong? Who is lying between you and your mistress?”

Keith’s face was ugly and he threw the bowl on the table. “Ruby, take back what you just said, it’s too harsh to say.”

I turned my eyes to Cynthia. “Using my son as a tool for you to win favor? Can’t you give birth to one yourself? Or is Keith not good enough?”

The two people who were choked by a sentence hesitated to speak and Cynthia’s eyes were covered with a layer of mist.

Looking at Keith through his hair, he looked pitiful.

Keith’s face was gloomy and his hand that was about to slap me was raised high and it fell heavily as if he remembered something and hit the table.

“Ruby, are you jealous? Have you ever taken care of your son? Whose son is this?”

I looked at Archer, who was shaking with fear and patted his head soothingly. Just as I was about to hug him, Cynthia stopped me.

“It’s ridiculous. Your mistress stopped me from touching my son and she also wanted to destroy our mother-son relationship. Why don’t you scold her, but blame me instead?”

Keith smashed the dishes in front of him and roared, “Ruby, get out.”

I spread my hands speechlessly, looked at the crazy man in front of me and turned around to leave.

Keith grabbed my wrist.

“Ruby, did I let you go?”

I thought there was something wrong with my ears and laughed. “Are you sick? You forget it after you say it? If you are sick, go get treatment, don’t disgust me.”

Keith’s sister said, “Ruby, you are really capable. You don’t want the child and the Trivett Family has become a hotel for you. You come and go as you please. Didn’t your dead mother teach you etiquette?”

I clenched my hands and was about to punch her.

Keith spoke before me. “Shut up, do you have the right to speak?”

Everyone was stunned, including me.

I looked at Keith and threw off his shackles.

I reached out and threw all the dishes on the table to the ground, roaring calmly but desperately.

“Since Archer was born, you have not allowed me to see him. Seeing him once is as difficult as ascending to heaven. I have always wanted to be a good daughter-in-law and fulfill my filial piety, but you are pressing me step by step. Everyone is the murderer who drives me crazy.”

I walked toward Keith’s sister with the fragments and she looked at me with horror.

I suddenly scratched her well-maintained face with the fragments.