The old lady obediently drank the beverage and soon fell asleep.

Meanwhile, Josh eagerly donned the Santa Claus costume, locked the car and rushed off to please his secretary, Tatiana.

He caused grandma's death but still blamed her for leaving without telling anyone.

I scolded him, "Shut up, Josh! How dare you mention grandma? She was so old, how could you leave her alone in the car?"

A hint of impatience flashed across Josh's face, but he suppressed his temper and pleaded, "I'm sorry, I was wrong! Baby, don't be mad, it's all my fault! Tomorrow, I'll kneel in front of grandma and apologize to her, okay?"

Before I could respond, his phone rang. He grabbed it and quickly walked out of the bedroom, as if escaping. His lips curved into a smile, his face brimming with affection.

After hanging up, he hurried into the bathroom to shower. His phone, left on the coffee table, kept buzzing incessantly.

Since we got together, Josh's passwords had always been my birthday, he said it was to give me a sense of security, letting me check his phone anytime.

Over the years, I had trusted him fully and never looked at his phone without permission.

I entered my birthday, unlocking the screen. The top chat was with someone named "My Tatiana."

[Boss, your little vixen is lovesick and needs your warm touch as an antidote. Come quickly ...] The attached photo showed a woman in revealing clothes, with a fluffy tail behind her, exuding an air of seduction.

[Wait for me! You insatiable vixen, I'll make sure you can't get out of bed tomorrow morning!]

I scrolled through the messages for a long time before finally seeing my own name, buried among countless other chats. My messages had been muted, which explained why my texts about grandma's accident went unanswered.

I turned off the phone and placed it back on the table. Pain surged through my chest, a mixture of grief from losing my dearest family member and despair from his betrayal.

Josh emerged from the bathroom, instinctively picked up his phone, glanced at the screen and spoke with slight unease, "Natalie, what are you doing here?"

Calmly, I picked up a glass from the table, "I was thirsty and came to get water."

He chuckled, as if relieved and carried me to the sofa, gently chiding me for not taking care of myself and walking barefoot on the floor.

He handed me a cup of warm water, then swiftly dressed in a suit I had already prepared, "Natalie, the company just called, I need to work overtime tonight. Don't wait up for me! I'll bring you breakfast tomorrow morning."

As he was leaving, I stopped him and handed him a document.

"What's this?" he asked.

I said, "Grandma's house lease is expiring and the house we rented in your name requires your signature to cancel."

He glanced at the first page of the document and was about to flip through it when his phone rang again. In his hurry, he signed his name without reading further.

Had he looked more closely, he would have noticed that the document below was a divorce agreement.

He turned to leave and I quickly grabbed a coat and followed him, "If you're working late, I'll keep you company."

He hesitated, trying to find an excuse to leave me behind, but when I insisted, he reluctantly made a hurried call to warn the other party.

When we arrived at the top-floor office, it was empty.

He arranged a makeshift bed on the sofa for me. "I know my wife misses me. Lie here and keep your husband company while I work."

Sitting at his computer, he appeared completely absorbed in work, as if his earlier flirtations with Tatiana had been nothing but a dream.

Unintentionally, I fell asleep. In the middle of the night, I woke up from the cold. The room was dark and Josh was nowhere to be found.

I picked up my phone and walked out of the office. The sound-activated lights in the fire escape flickered and faint noises reached my ears.

Quietly approaching, I saw the entwined figures of Josh and Tatiana.

"You promised me flowers and a hot spring suite, but now we're stuck in this creepy place …" she whined.

Josh kissed her indulgently, "Those places are so boring, this is exciting! The whole building's sound-activated lights are here to set the mood. Scream as much as you like …"

Tatiana asked, "Aren't you afraid that your old hag might hear?"

Josh bit Tatiana hard. "Don't talk about her like that. I told you I'd give you anything, but don't ever appear in front of her!"

"Hmph, I've had enough. I'm leaving … ah …" Her words were swallowed up by amorous sounds.

The noises inside grew louder. Standing in the dark corridor, I swayed unsteadily. I should've felt heartbroken, but I didn't even have the strength to be sad.

I didn't remember how I got home. My phone kept ringing, the name "Josh" flashing on the screen, filling me with an inexplicable sense of disgust.

Josh burst through the door and pulled me into his arms, his voice trembling with panic, "You scared me to death, Natalie! I couldn't find you anywhere and you wouldn't answer your phone. I thought something had happened to you! I even thought, if anything happened to you, I wouldn't want to live either!"

Yet this man, who claimed he couldn't live without me, had been passionately entangled with another woman just moments ago.

"Get away from me, you smell!" I snapped at him. The strong jasmine scent on him was mixed with a faint, sickly sweetness.

His face turned pale and he looked at me guiltily, "Natalie, why did you come home by yourself?"

Exhausted, I turned over, unwilling to look at him any longer.

The next morning, when I got up, the dining table was already set. Toasted bread, lukewarm milk, heart-shaped fried eggs and fruit arranged into flowers, after ten years, he had mastered all my preferences.

Josh pulled out a chair for me. "It's been a while since we've visited grandma. After breakfast, I'll go with you to see her."

My hand paused midair. Grandma had loved her grandson-in-law so much when she was alive. Now that she'd been gone for days, it was fitting for him to pay his respects.

It was also time for me to say goodbye to grandma, three more days and I'd be leaving this place.

As the car drove past Central Avenue, we passed a couple celebrating their wedding.

Seeing their blissful embrace reminded me of my wedding with Josh ten years ago.

Josh had lifted my veil and kissed me gently, treating me with such care and love. He once said, "Natalie, I will love you forever and never change my heart for a lifetime."

Having lost my parents early, I'd always lacked a sense of security. On our wedding night, I leaned against Josh's chest.

I said, "If one day you stop loving me, please tell me. Though I hope our love lasts forever, if that day comes, I'd still wish for us to part peacefully. But if you secretly betray me, Josh, I will never forgive you!"

Back then, Josh had sworn to me, "If I ever betray my wife, Natalie Ambrossia, let me spend the rest of my life seeking but never finding, dying alone!"

Those grand promises had withered into nothing after just ten years. Recalling those beautiful memories, I couldn't stop my eyes from reddening.

"Natalie, what's wrong? Why are you tearing up all of a sudden?" Josh was always observant, noticing even the smallest changes in me.

"Nothing, it's just the wind," I replied.

Josh pressed the switch and the car window slowly rose. In the slanting sunlight, two faint handprints became visible on the glass.

I held up my hand, comparing it to the smaller one outlined on the glass. A sudden realization struck me like needles piercing my skin and nausea churned in my chest.

Josh, noticing my discomfort, pulled over. I pushed the door open and squatted by the roadside, dry heaving.

"Natalie, are you carsick?" he asked with concern. "Here, have a piece of your favorite orange mint candy, it'll help."

The overly sweet yet bitter taste melted in my mouth, doing nothing to ease my discomfort.

I clenched the candy tightly, my chest tightening. This flavor was unique, Josh had crafted it himself, making a fresh batch every so often and always keeping some in his pocket.

He said, "Why don't we head home first? We can visit grandma another day when we have more time."

Before I could respond, his phone rang.

He hesitated before silencing it, but when a text came through, his expression changed instantly, "Natalie, something urgent has come up at work. You'll have to take a cab back later …"

He hurriedly started the car and sped off, leaving me behind without a second glance, even running a red light in his haste.

I turned away, hailing a cab to visit grandma's grave alone. Though it had only been a few days, it felt like a lifetime had passed.

Grandma's smiling face beamed from the photo on her tombstone, reminding me of the last time I'd seen her before my trip, "When you're back for Winter Solstice, grandma will make your favorite roasted turkey!"

Grandma, I was wrong. I shouldn't have trusted Josh or entrusted you to him …

After leaving the cemetery, I remembered there was a deposit from grandma's hospital stay that needed to be settled. On the way home, I stopped by the hospital.

Walking past the obstetrics department with the receipt in hand, I bumped into Josh's secretary, Tatiana Marley.

She blocked my way, brandishing a medical report and smirking at me, "Natalie, why bother pretending you don't know me? That night, I saw you hiding by the fire escape, watching your husband get intimate with another woman. How did it feel?"

She continued, "That night, as soon as you fell asleep, he couldn't wait to have me. We even used your couch, do you know how many positions we unlocked on it? How long has it been since you two were together?"

I ignored her, but she taunted me relentlessly, "I heard you planned to visit your grandma today? Too bad, one call from me and he came running. Guess why?"

She shoved the medical report in my face, "I'm pregnant with Josh's child. He's overjoyed!"

A buzzing filled my head, drowning out everything else. My mother had died during childbirth and my father, who adored her, despised me for it. My childhood memories were filled with his drunken curses, calling me a jinx who had killed my mother.

The trauma left me terrified of motherhood. Before agreeing to be with Josh, I had made it clear I never wanted children.

The next day, he underwent a vasectomy without hesitation, "Natalie, having you is all I'll ever need."

I didn't know when he reversed it—perhaps he had planned this all along. I thought I had steeled myself, but the bitterness was unbearable.

I turned to leave, unwilling to hear another word, but Tatiana grabbed my arm, her nails digging into my skin. I instinctively shook her off and she let out a dramatic cry as she fell backward.

"Tatiana!" A gust of wind brushed past as Josh rushed over, his face filled with panic. He cradled her in his arms. "Are you okay? Does your stomach hurt? What about the baby? Are you feeling unwell?"

Once he confirmed she was fine, he finally turned to face me.