Wife Or Mistress? The Shocking Truth About My Marriage - Chapter 143: Chapter 143
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He could no longer focus on people around him; his limited attention could only fixate on one person.
He would yell at her one moment, then tell her he loved her the next.
Of course, he had gone to the hospital—bipolar disorder, an incurable mental illness.
He was prescribed medication that he took daily. He instinctively kept this from Olivia, though he didn't know why.
Meanwhile, perhaps thanks to the bipolar disorder, his creative desire and inspiration flourished.
His artwork began to gain more and more attention.
Later, he needed to attend an exhibition—on his birthday, of all days.
Before this, they had always spent their birthdays together.
But that day, he refused to let her celebrate with him.
Why did he refuse? Because he was irritable.
He couldn't control his emotions anymore; he was increasingly prone to directing his anger at her.
He thought, perhaps they should really end it.
But break up? How could he say those words?
She was all he could see clearly now. In a world where everyone else was a chaotic blur, she was the only one he could focus on.
Later, she came to find him anyway.
She witnessed others celebrating his birthday, and she was angry.
She told him, "Kenton, I don't want you anymore."
She didn't want him anymore.
In that instant, whatever had been holding his world together began to crumble.
He ran out of the gallery, ignoring everyone's stares, but he'd already lost sight of her.
His frantic gaze darted around, eventually landing on a janitor.
He urgently asked the cleaner.
"Have you seen a girl...?"
"Ah, the one with the cake?"
"She threw the cake in the trash and left. What a waste..."
While the janitor was still lamenting the cake, Kenton was already digging through the garbage.
Fortunately, it had just been thrown away, and the box hadn't been opened.
He took out the cake, sat on the ground, and took a bite.
The frosting was sickeningly sweet.
Strawberry flavor, her favorite.
This cake was meant to be shared with her, wasn't it?
He looked up and accidentally noticed the wobbly handwriting on the cake.
[To Kenton, who I love more than anyone in the world.]
She had told him countless times that she liked him.
He sat there, eating the cake bite by bite.
But after that day, those words—that she liked him—
She never said them to him again.
He would yell at her one moment, then tell her he loved her the next.
Of course, he had gone to the hospital—bipolar disorder, an incurable mental illness.
He was prescribed medication that he took daily. He instinctively kept this from Olivia, though he didn't know why.
Meanwhile, perhaps thanks to the bipolar disorder, his creative desire and inspiration flourished.
His artwork began to gain more and more attention.
Later, he needed to attend an exhibition—on his birthday, of all days.
Before this, they had always spent their birthdays together.
But that day, he refused to let her celebrate with him.
Why did he refuse? Because he was irritable.
He couldn't control his emotions anymore; he was increasingly prone to directing his anger at her.
He thought, perhaps they should really end it.
But break up? How could he say those words?
She was all he could see clearly now. In a world where everyone else was a chaotic blur, she was the only one he could focus on.
Later, she came to find him anyway.
She witnessed others celebrating his birthday, and she was angry.
She told him, "Kenton, I don't want you anymore."
She didn't want him anymore.
In that instant, whatever had been holding his world together began to crumble.
He ran out of the gallery, ignoring everyone's stares, but he'd already lost sight of her.
His frantic gaze darted around, eventually landing on a janitor.
He urgently asked the cleaner.
"Have you seen a girl...?"
"Ah, the one with the cake?"
"She threw the cake in the trash and left. What a waste..."
While the janitor was still lamenting the cake, Kenton was already digging through the garbage.
Fortunately, it had just been thrown away, and the box hadn't been opened.
He took out the cake, sat on the ground, and took a bite.
The frosting was sickeningly sweet.
Strawberry flavor, her favorite.
This cake was meant to be shared with her, wasn't it?
He looked up and accidentally noticed the wobbly handwriting on the cake.
[To Kenton, who I love more than anyone in the world.]
She had told him countless times that she liked him.
He sat there, eating the cake bite by bite.
But after that day, those words—that she liked him—
She never said them to him again.
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