Wife Or Mistress? The Shocking Truth About My Marriage - Chapter 132: Chapter 132

Kenton's birthday is coming up soon.
We've always spent our birthdays together.
But this year, he has a showcase where his work is being exhibited out of town.
He left two or three days early. I wanted to go with him, but my professor assigned group projects, forcing me to stay behind.
The day before his birthday, I called him.
He said he was at the hotel and everything was fine.
After that, there wasn't much left to talk about.
"What about your birthday? Should I come spend it with you? I can take one day off, it's no problem," I said, trying to keep the conversation going.
"I'm not celebrating."
"There's no need for you to come."
His tone was as cold as ever—even colder through the phone.
I took a breath, then fell silent for a long while.
There was nothing else to say.
Kenton told me not to come.
But I came anyway.
Stepping off the high-speed train, looking at the bustling crowd, I questioned if I was obsessed with him to the point of delusion.
Like I was desperate to prove something.
The cake in my hands was homemade. I guess I'm just used to celebrating birthday after birthday with him. In that moment, I couldn't imagine not being there for his birthday.
I called him, but he didn't answer.
Today was the first day of the exhibition, so they must be busy. I decided to go directly to the venue to find him.
Sure enough, the place was packed.
Many universities participated in this exhibition, with energetic young students making up the core audience.
Kenton already had a small reputation in the art world. After all, he entered our school with the highest score in his specialty.
Compared to him, I'm the type who works tirelessly on my art every day but has little natural talent.
In the end, I barely made it into our school, grabbing onto the last available spot.
I finally spotted Kenton in the crowd.
Their design department selected only five people to exhibit, all top-tier talents.
I wanted to approach him, but there were too many people. Before I knew it, I was pushed back to the outer edge of the crowd.
He already had this distant quality about him, and then a girl beside him started talking to him.
From across the crowd, I watched as he bent down to hear her better.
Suddenly, he felt so far away.
I forgot when exactly the distance between us grew so vast. Perhaps we were always this far apart.
I suddenly realized how hard it was to reach him through the crowd.
I could only call him.
After many attempts, he finally answered.
"What is it?"
I watched him from a distance as he walked to a more secluded spot to take my call.
I opened my mouth but couldn't bring myself to say: "Kenton, I'm here to see you."
I must have been silent for a long time because he sighed and asked, "Wrong number?"
"Kenton... can I come celebrate your birthday with you?" I gripped the phone like it was my last lifeline.
"No need. Today's busy. I don't have time for birthdays."
...Always busy. Always too busy.
The background noise on his end was chaotic. Soon, someone came looking for him.
"Gotta go."
I opened my mouth to say something, to make him stay.
But all I heard in response was the dial tone.
When exactly did Kenton become the center of attention?
Was it when his painting was selected by the teacher during intensive training? When girls suddenly noticed how handsome he was? When everyone started calling him OG? When no one could keep up with him anymore? When... he finally had to look down to see me?
From feeling like we were just an ordinary couple in the world to now finding it so difficult to even approach him.