The Open Marriage You Thought It Was - Chapter 29

The day the court’s verdict came down, it was raining with sunshine.

Lu Tong, holding Zhao Cai, slipped into Cheng Yu’s car.

The chubby golden shaded British shorthair poked its head out of the pet carrier and meowed at me.

In the back seat of Cheng Yu’s car was Zhao Cai’s favorite strawberry-shaped cat bed.

On the day of the trial, Lu Tong’s lawyer said.

“My client has been suffering from depression for three years, yet the defendant, as her husband, was completely unaware.”

I looked at Lu Tong in shock.

She curved her lips, her eyes devoid of any regard for me.

For a long time.

The living room would always have the night light on.

Lu Tong stood in the glow, holding a water cup, and looked back at me in panic.

She swallowed the pills, her throat making a slight gulping sound.

I hadn’t failed to notice the medicine box on the coffee table.

The packaging was crumpled, and English instructions were scattered beside it.

I asked her, “Are you sick?”

“An old ailment.”

She shook the water cup and, to convince me, pointed to the study, “Last month’s health report is in the third drawer of the study.”

I never pursued what the old ailment was.

Nor did I care whether her health report was fine.

But at that time.

In my perception, our relationship seemed to have no issues.

During the fight for Zhao Cai’s custody, Lu Tong’s lawyer was aggressive.

“Mr. Zhou, where were you when Zhao Cai had a heart attack?”

“Mr. Zhou, what brand of cat food and cat litter does Zhao Cai use now? Does it eat hairball paste? Does it eat cat grass?”

“Mr. Zhou, Zhao Cai’s hind leg was injured, what was the reason?”

I mumbled my lips.

In Liang Wan’s bed.

I didn’t know.

Because once, in a moment of frustration, I kicked Zhao Cai.