We Shouldn’t Have Met

After we got back together, I kept the Winter family’s rules in mind all the time.

I never threw any tantrums and was content with being the man supporting Winona Winter, my wife.

Within the upper-class society, I became well-known as a magnanimous husband.

However, when Winona became pregnant with another man’s baby again, everyone thought that I would fight against that man, but I only brought her back calmly and took care of her.

Yet Winona lost her composure and grabbed my collar. “Shaun, why aren’t you arguing with me?”

I only smiled and calmly took out a copy of the family rules. “According to Rule 137, the husband needs to be magnanimous and tolerant. He must understand that his wife has needs and cannot be unreasonable.”

Winona tore the copy to shreds, and in her hysteria, she shouted, “But this isn’t what I want! I want the Shaun Zimmer who will cry, laugh, and be jealous! Give me back my husband!”

She grabbed me and started pleading with me in a choked-up voice.

I picked up the torn copy and put the pieces back together. “It took me a long time to copy down the family rules until I got to this part. Now that you’ve ruined it, I’ll have to start again.”

Winona just smacked the pieces from my hand, and her breathing turned hurried and chaotic. “Shaun, I’m talking to you. Could you stop ignoring me?! I was the center of your world back then!”

I rubbed the scar on my arm and could not understand why she was so angry.

She was the one who wanted me to behave.

I said nothing and simply looked down at the ring on her ring finger.

Winona hid her hand awkwardly, and there was a hint of frustration she could not hide in her voice. “That’s Jacob’s birthday wish. I couldn’t say no. It’s just a small thing. Don’t hold it against him.”

I stared at my own finger where there was the imprint of a ring.

It hurt and itched.

We dated for five years, then were married for another five.

I treated my ring as a treasure and refused to take it off, but Winona thought that it was a burden and kept her ring in a box. It sat there collecting dust for years.

No matter how I tried to win her favor and convince her to wear it, she refused to budge. Instead, she called me childish and lame.

In the end, she readily wore someone else’s ring.

This marriage was truly just a one-man show on my part.

I just grunted calmly and asked nothing else.

She wanted to continue defending herself, but I interrupted her. I asked, “What do you want for dinner? Once you’re done, I need to continue copying the family rules.”

Winona’s chest heaved, and she started shouting, “Stop copying them! Shaun, are you my husband or my servant?! Aside from driving me crazy, you’re accomplishing nothing else by