Rachel Johnson returned home from the hospital after working overnight, and it was already half past eleven.
As soon as she opened the door, she keenly smelled the scent of a man and womans intimacy lingering in the air.
Did Jason King bring another woman home again?
Her heart sank, and Rachel quickened her pace towards the bedroom.
Inside the half-open bedroom, a couple was entwined.
Faced with such a scene, Rachel had become numb.
She walked over and knocked on the door to signal the people inside that she was back, then sat on the sofa to eat an apple.
Halfway through the apple, the room finally fell silent.
Jason, with a towel wrapped around his waist, came out holding the woman, his eyes lazily looking at Rachel who was earnestly eating the apple, and commanded, "Rachel Johnson, Im hungry. Go make me something to eat."
Rachel lifted her eyes, her tone cold, "Ive eaten, and Im not hungry yet."
"Whether youve eaten or not has nothing to do with me. I said Im hungry, hurry up and make me something to eat," he spoke rudely and unreasonably.
"Why should I cook for you?" Rachel asked with amusement.
"Just because youre my wife. Rachel Johnson, dont forget, it was you who begged and cried to marry me. How come youre not even willing to serve your husband now?"
Rachel threw the leftover core into the trash can, stood up, and replied coldly, "Theres no law in marriage that says a wife must cook for her husband when she comes home."
Her gaze fell on the woman full of a certain professions aura next to Jason, a bitter smile tugging at the corner of her mouth as she emphasized word by word, "And theres certainly no obligation to cook for a cheating husband and his mistress."
"Ha." Jason sneered, released the model, signaled her to go back, and then strode in front of Rachel, his eyes coldly staring at her, "When you married me three years ago, it wasnt what you said."
"Three years ago, when I married you, you hadnt gone too far as to bring women home to mess around," Rachel was equally unyielding, a strong smell of gunpowder filling the air between them.
"Why, now you think Im going too far?" Jasons face was full of sarcasm, "When you personally drove your own sister to her death, why didnt you think you were going too far?"
Rachels clear black and white eyes suddenly widened, after a while, she forcibly restrained the emotions surging upwards and calmly said, "Ive been busy for 24 hours, Im tired, Im going to take a nap. If youre hungry, order takeout by yourself, or you can call that woman back to cook for you."
A flash of disappointment flew through Jasons eyes.
Why, why no matter what he did, no matter how excessive it was, she could always bear it?
What kind of extent does she have to reach before she is willing to take the initiative to propose divorce, to take the initiative to let him go.
After saying that, Rachel walked towards the clean guest room, preparing to catch up on sleep.
Just as she closed the door, her phone rang, it was Grace Wong. Rachel hesitated for a moment, then picked up: "Jia Yu, whats the matter?"
"Sister-in-law, youre off work?" On the other end of the phone, Graces voice was cheerful, as if she was happily shopping.
"Mm."
"Im telling you, mom has booked a table at Erics Grand Hotel tonight, inviting the whole family to have dinner and get together. My boyfriend will come too. Sister-in-law, you and my brother must come on time."
"Okay, I know." Sleepiness had already hit, and Rachel didnt know what she was mumbling in a daze. Grace said something else on the other end of the phone, she didnt hear clearly, and she fell asleep before she knew it.
At four in the afternoon.
Rachel woke up from a sleep and remembered the phone call that had ended at some point, so she got up right away, put on makeup, changed into decent clothes, and went to Erics Grand Hotel in Jasons car.
Jason had a cold face all the way and didnt say a word to her.
Their couple would fall into an awkward silence when they were alone, and their mutual dislike was a hundred times worse than that of strangers. Rachel was used to this, she looked out of the window at the passing scenery in a daze, and in a moment, she arrived at the hotel.
...
Erics Grand Hotel.
The King family booked a private room that could accommodate twenty people, but only about ten people actually came to eat.
At the dining table, three generations of children and grandchildren were full of smiles, clinking glasses and exchanging greetings, but the smiles did not reach their eyes. For them, this was just a play of hypocrisy that had to be performed to create an illusion of harmony for the matriarch of the King family.
Grace came the latest, and she brought her newly dating boyfriend, Howard Quinn.
Grace stood on the same side as her brother and never liked Rachel, but today, for some reason, she was the one who made the call, and she was very enthusiastic to Rachel, showing concern and offering tea and wine.
Halfway through the banquet.
Rachel felt restless after drinking the glass of wine that Grace offered, and could only barely maintain a calm face.
She vaguely felt that the problem might be with the glass of wine that Grace handed over. But she had no evidence, and she couldnt say anything in front of everyone.
When the next wave of heat surged up, Rachel stood up abruptly, her small face flushed, and said to her mother-in-law, Martha Scott: "Mother-in-law, Im going to the bathroom."
After saying that, she picked up the bag behind her and hurried out of the private room. Soon after, Graces voice followed: "Mom, my sister-in-law seems a bit uncomfortable, Ill go see her..."
...
The more Grace chased, the more anxious Rachel became. In a moment of urgency, she abandoned the idea of going to the hospital and quickly ran into the womens restroom, locking the door.
In a short while, Graces voice came from outside the restroom.
She stood at the door, a cold smile appearing on her delicately made-up face, and gently knocked on the door: "Sister-in-law, are you okay? Where are you uncomfortable?"
Rachel didnt speak, she sat on the toilet, her teeth clenched. Her eyes were fixed on the lock of the restroom, and the cold sweat that kept sliding down revealed her inner panic.
Her hearing became extremely sensitive under the tension of her nerves. Grace walked to the door of the restroom, and faintly, Rachel heard the conversation between Grace and her new boyfriend, Howard, coming from there.
"Ah Kun, my sister-in-law is in the innermost room now, you have to take good care of her."
"There are so many people here, what if she struggles..."
"What are you afraid of? The medicine takes effect in ten minutes, and theres no reason in half an hour. At that time, its up to you to do whatever you want, isnt it?"
"Okay, if something happens, you have to cover for me, huh..."
Rachels back was covered in cold sweat, as if a basin of cold water had been poured over her head. She didnt expect it, she never expected that Grace was making such a plan.