Chapter 7

The next few scenes had very short time intervals between them. The clips were also very short, with similar content - me quietly waiting for my husband after making dinner, and the doorbell ringing as Gabriel arrived home on time.

Over these 55 years together, Gabriel could absolutely be called a dutiful, responsible husband. He was considerate to his wife, successful in his career, and never philandered.

It's just that this wife could have been anyone.

Until Gabriel stabbed me to death, we had never been intimate or had children.

The familiar white light flashed. A table and two people appeared before me. The lights were dimmed, with only candlelight flickering. This was Gabriel's 30th birthday.

I was very afraid of childbirth. My only relative, my mother, had also passed away from cancer. There were no direct relatives left to pressure me about having children.

Gabriel's mother had gently brought up the topic of having children multiple times, saying it would be good to have someone to take care of us when we were older.

This time, I brought it up: "Gabriel, do you like children?"

I had cut my steak halfway. I put down my utensils and looked at Gabriel's face in the dim candlelight.

Gabriel swallowed his bite of steak. "I don't like them."

I hadn't noticed before when I was blinded by love, but now I really felt Gabriel's manners were too good.

I could clearly see the disgust on Gabriel's face for a split second before he looked up. Perhaps seeing my probing expression, that disgust was replaced by indifference.

He could even hate my breathing, yet he still responded to me, not letting me feel he didn't care about me, giving me enough dignity and fantasy.

The play had just reached its climax, and the actors continued performing.

I lowered my head, not daring to look at Gabriel's eyes. "Then is it okay if we don't have children?"

There was no response. I lowered my head in shame.

Soon, I felt a force on my shoulder, then a hand caressing my face. Gabriel bent down, his breath tickling my ear:

"If you don't like it, we won't have any."

"I'll talk to my mom about it."

I happily grabbed his large hand, pulling us even closer together. "Mm, thank you Gabriel. Happy birthday."

As if to repay him, I made him a promise: "I'll celebrate every birthday with you from now on."