his first love returned with depression

chapter 2

I took my bag out of the bathroom.

I was stopped at reception.

"Madam, Mr.Bennet wants to see you."

I was stunned.

He pulled my hand with a angry look on his face.

"Why did you hit Vicky? I told you not to appear in front of her. Can't you understand that?"

"But I don't remember hitting Victoria."

As soon as I spoke, someone glared at me.

"I saw Miss Thompson cover her face and run out of the bathroom. There was only Miss Elizabeth in the bathroom at that time."

Dr. Wilson, Alexander's trusted friend, was the one talking. She's been harboring a crush on him for ages now.

She never called me Mrs.Bennet. It was as if I wasn't Alexander's wife.

Victoria began to have another attack.

"Alex, she took you away from me. She doesn't want me!’ She cried desperate. 'Will you only come back to me when I die?"

She took the pen from Alexander's pocket and was about to stab her, but was stopped.

He held her in his arms and told her: "You silly girl, no one took me from your side, I am still yours."

In the middle of the hall, they embraced. The crowd looked at me, making me feel like a joke.

Victoria finally calmed down. Alexander turned to look at me, his eyes calm.

"Apologise to her!"

I endured the pain, holding my head high.

"What makes you think I will do that?"

"If you don't apologize, you won't see a penny from me ever again!"

Are you trying to force me to back down with money? Sorry, it won't work!

Since I married him, I've been a full-time wife to look after him. I didn't realize he'd use money to threaten me.

I gave him one last look, turned and walked away.

I could have lived better, but because of him I had to live hard for the rest of my days. Would he regret it?

I had to resume my previous translation work because Alexander wasn't paying me.

I found lots of translation jobs online to make more money.

The work was too much for me.

In the night, I was feverish and half-asleep, my mind drifting back to when Alexander and I first said our vows.

He was hit hard by both career and love, and he just couldn't pick himself up.

I quit my job to stay with him and see the scenery.

He decided to start his own company.

I gave him all my savings and got him more start-up capital.

I worked too hard and fainted on the way home.

When I woke up, Alexander was crying beside me.

He hugged me and said he would never let me down.

I eventually discovered that my constant cutting of corners and saving had resulted in a perforated stomach from starvation.

During that time, no matter what I ate, I would spit it out. I became so thin that I was almost unrecognizable.

He was heartbroken and learned to cook, just to make me eat.

He brought me soup with yam and waited for me to taste it.

I took his hand, looked at his blistered wrist, and cried.

"I won't die from skipping one meal. Is it really worth you getting hurt over me?"

He wiped my tears, hugged me and laughed.

"Don't cry, I'm cooking for my wife. What's wrong with a little burn? I'm happy!"

I ate the soup and never threw up again.

At dawn I woke up with swollen eyes and a sore heart.

I called my best friend and said I had a stomach ache and wanted chicken soup with yam.