Colton seemed to be stunned for a moment. Then, he started to explain himself.
“I didn’t mean it that way. Let’s continue this conversation at home. I’ll come and pick you up.”
Phoebe’s place wasn’t too far from where I worked, so after thinking about it for a while, I didn’t reject his offer.
He brought a bouquet of roses and came up.
“Gianna, it’s Valentine’s Day today. Let’s go out on a date.”
Colton’s eyes were bright and full of anticipation, as if he were waiting for me to pat him on the head for a job well done.
However, I glanced at the flowers and immediately took a step back, covering my nose.
“I’m deathly allergic to pollen. But it’s not like you care anyway, right?”
During our third year of marriage, Colton realized he’d left behind an important document at work for his meeting, so he called me up and had me bring it to him.
I entered his office and was greeted immediately with a dozen vases of fresh flowers in the room. I couldn’t breathe at once. Before I could even get a word out, I collapsed to the ground in a fit.
Colton watched me struggle on the ground, not even feeling the least bit worried or sorry for me. In fact, he even yelled at me in the ward after I’d been saved.
“You fucking moron! How could you not even know what you were allergic to? How dare you embarrass me in public like that?
“If this happens again next time, you might as well just go and die!”
When Colton heard me, he awkwardly threw the flowers onto the ground.
