Her Scissors Cut My Hair, But His Betrayal Cut Deeper - Chapter 3: Chapter 3
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Faced with Marcus's accusations, I remained completely silent.
In the past, I probably would've been begging for his forgiveness by now.
But now?
Not anymore.
Never again.
Seeing that I hadn't answered for a long time, Marcus seemed stunned and looked at me with confusion.
I met his eyes coldly: "Are you done? I'm tired."
With that, I turned and headed back to my room without explaining or worrying about who might leave.
That night, Marcus came into the bedroom and lay down beside me.
He wrapped his arms around me.
"Vera, I've been really stressed lately. Just be good and stop targeting Sienna, okay? Our wedding's in a month, and I'll give you everything I promised. Deal?"
Marcus buried his face in my hair, his hand gently stroking my belly.
"Mm."
The wedding? I don't want it anymore.
The baby too—I don't want it.
Anything that has to do with you, I don't want any of it.
And what you promised me... you don't need to give me that either.
The next day, Marcus took Sienna and me to hang out with his friends.
He said I'd be more comfortable sitting in the back seat.
OK.
I closed my eyes and listened to Marcus and Sienna chatting away in the front seats.
Talking about all their shared memories—memories that had nothing to do with me.
When we got to the private room, it was full of Marcus's usual crowd.
Of course, friends he shared with Sienna.
"Oh look, official girlfriend and first love are both here!"
One of his friends teased.
"Don't make joke! Vera's already having a baby—how could I possibly compare to her? Marcus and I aren't what you guys think at all."
Sienna covered her face, not annoyed but shy.
"Alright, knock it off."
Marcus frowned slightly.
"Vera, sit here."
He pulled out a chair for me, then pulled out another one for Sienna.
When the server brought out the drinks, Marcus stopped the guy who was about to pour wine for Sienna.
"Don't pour her any wine—she gets flushed when she drinks."
I looked at the wine glass that was already full in front of me and smiled weakly.
So "his beloved's blushing" trumped everything else, even his own flesh and blood in my belly.
At the table, someone suggested playing a game.
Whoever the bottle pointed to had to do a dare.
The first spin landed on Sienna.
Everyone dared her to pick someone to play the pocky game with.
Sienna pretended to be embarrassed, covering her face, then shyly pointed at Marcus.
"Marcus, would you... play with me?"
Marcus glanced at me, and when he saw my expression was blank, he just said, "Sure."
While their faces got closer and closer, everyone around us cheered louder and louder.
It was like everyone had forgotten that I was supposed to be Marcus's wife.
After they finished the game, Marcus's ears had turned red.
"Marcus, it's such a shame you two never got married. I always thought you guys would end up together—you're perfect for each other. Plus I remember all those crazy things you used to do for Sienna."
Marcus shot the guy a warning look, and he immediately shut up.
Then Marcus took my hand.
"Vera, they're just messing around. Don't take it seriously."
I smiled at Marcus, my face showing complete indifference.
"It's fine. I don't mind."
Seeing my reaction, Marcus nodded with satisfaction.
The bottle started spinning again.
This time it pointed at me.
I looked up at everyone—they all had that gleeful expression of people watching drama unfold.
"How about you does the kangaroo boxing thing? She'd be perfect for it—her hair already looks like animal fur, plus she's got a little joey in her pouch, so the body shape's already there."
I looked at Marcus.
He didn't stop them.
He didn't think there was anything wrong with his friends insulting his wife like this.
This wasn't the first time, after all.
He was used to it.
I used to think this was the fastest way to fit into his circle.
Later I realized some circles aren't worth forcing your way into—nobody wanted me there anyway.
In the past, I probably would've been begging for his forgiveness by now.
But now?
Not anymore.
Never again.
Seeing that I hadn't answered for a long time, Marcus seemed stunned and looked at me with confusion.
I met his eyes coldly: "Are you done? I'm tired."
With that, I turned and headed back to my room without explaining or worrying about who might leave.
That night, Marcus came into the bedroom and lay down beside me.
He wrapped his arms around me.
"Vera, I've been really stressed lately. Just be good and stop targeting Sienna, okay? Our wedding's in a month, and I'll give you everything I promised. Deal?"
Marcus buried his face in my hair, his hand gently stroking my belly.
"Mm."
The wedding? I don't want it anymore.
The baby too—I don't want it.
Anything that has to do with you, I don't want any of it.
And what you promised me... you don't need to give me that either.
The next day, Marcus took Sienna and me to hang out with his friends.
He said I'd be more comfortable sitting in the back seat.
OK.
I closed my eyes and listened to Marcus and Sienna chatting away in the front seats.
Talking about all their shared memories—memories that had nothing to do with me.
When we got to the private room, it was full of Marcus's usual crowd.
Of course, friends he shared with Sienna.
"Oh look, official girlfriend and first love are both here!"
One of his friends teased.
"Don't make joke! Vera's already having a baby—how could I possibly compare to her? Marcus and I aren't what you guys think at all."
Sienna covered her face, not annoyed but shy.
"Alright, knock it off."
Marcus frowned slightly.
"Vera, sit here."
He pulled out a chair for me, then pulled out another one for Sienna.
When the server brought out the drinks, Marcus stopped the guy who was about to pour wine for Sienna.
"Don't pour her any wine—she gets flushed when she drinks."
I looked at the wine glass that was already full in front of me and smiled weakly.
So "his beloved's blushing" trumped everything else, even his own flesh and blood in my belly.
At the table, someone suggested playing a game.
Whoever the bottle pointed to had to do a dare.
The first spin landed on Sienna.
Everyone dared her to pick someone to play the pocky game with.
Sienna pretended to be embarrassed, covering her face, then shyly pointed at Marcus.
"Marcus, would you... play with me?"
Marcus glanced at me, and when he saw my expression was blank, he just said, "Sure."
While their faces got closer and closer, everyone around us cheered louder and louder.
It was like everyone had forgotten that I was supposed to be Marcus's wife.
After they finished the game, Marcus's ears had turned red.
"Marcus, it's such a shame you two never got married. I always thought you guys would end up together—you're perfect for each other. Plus I remember all those crazy things you used to do for Sienna."
Marcus shot the guy a warning look, and he immediately shut up.
Then Marcus took my hand.
"Vera, they're just messing around. Don't take it seriously."
I smiled at Marcus, my face showing complete indifference.
"It's fine. I don't mind."
Seeing my reaction, Marcus nodded with satisfaction.
The bottle started spinning again.
This time it pointed at me.
I looked up at everyone—they all had that gleeful expression of people watching drama unfold.
"How about you does the kangaroo boxing thing? She'd be perfect for it—her hair already looks like animal fur, plus she's got a little joey in her pouch, so the body shape's already there."
I looked at Marcus.
He didn't stop them.
He didn't think there was anything wrong with his friends insulting his wife like this.
This wasn't the first time, after all.
He was used to it.
I used to think this was the fastest way to fit into his circle.
Later I realized some circles aren't worth forcing your way into—nobody wanted me there anyway.
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