Undignified?

I ripped the towel off my head and stared at him in disbelief. This was what he saw when he looked at me? That I was “undignified”?

The dam holding back my emotions broke completely. I shoved him away hard, my eyes burning red with tears:

“Wang Yuheng, sometimes I really wonder if you even have a heart! We’ve been married for years—have you ever, *ever* put me first?”

He frowned. “What are you talking about? Of course I have.”

“Yes, you *say* you do! But you never *mean* it!”

I held up my fingers, ticking off the countless times he’d let me down:

“On our honeymoon! You agreed to every place I wanted to go—then left me stranded at the airport alone while you flew off on a business trip!”

“Every year on my birthday! You just have your assistant send me some useless trinkets! I told you I wanted *you* to come home and spend the day with me—but when have you ever actually done it?”

“Yesterday! I was in a car accident! I was in the hospital! You said you’d be right there—and then you just forgot about me! Would it take me being wheeled into a crematorium for you to finally bother showing up?!”

The more I talked, the more I fell apart. But when I looked at Wang Yuheng, his expression was still cold and indifferent. A wave of exhaustion washed over me.

He stood there with his hands in his pockets, looking down at me like I was being unreasonable. When I finally finished, he condescended to pat my head—his eyes completely devoid of any real emotion: “I didn’t realize you cared so much about this stuff.”

“Alright, I’ll do better. Stop crying. Go change your clothes.”

He turned to leave, but I grabbed his arm, refusing to let him go. I stared up at him, stubborn and desperate:

“You still haven’t told me… why you didn’t come to the hospital yesterday.”

A flicker of impatience crossed his face, but he quickly masked it. “I thought it was a scam call. And I was busy. Happy now?”