I watched her live with another man in our home, sharing meals and sleeping together, completely immersed in love and affection. 

I had decorated every detail in the bedroom, from the furniture to the candle holder in the corner. 

Isaac stepped out of the bathroom and kicked the candle holder in the corner to the ground. 

“What’s going on?” Upon hearing the noise, Samantha entered the room. 

Isaac pointed to the broken candle holder. He sounded innocent as he said, “This was something Joziah set up, right? Kind of romantic, actually. Sorry, I didn’t mean to knock it over.” 

Samantha glanced at the broken holder. She paused for a moment, then casually replied, “Joziah always does such things. He’s always wasting his time on flashy, useless things, making it seem like he’s put in so much effort. He’s just trying to impress me. He never thinks about what I actually need.” 

I felt a dull pain spread through me. 

Was I really just trying to impress her? 

Samantha must’ve forgotten that she had allergic rhinitis. Whenever the seasons changed, it would flare up, and when work got too stressful, she could barely breathe. 

I hated seeing her suffer, so I found an old remedy for her condition. After a lot of effort, I tracked down an ointment from an old traditional medicine doctor. Every night, I’d place it in the candle holder to steam it. 

Once, after she came back from a business trip, her allergies were so bad that she fainted from high fever. 

I lit the candle with the medicinal ointment and tended to her with utmost care. But she twisted and turned, cursing at me and refusing to stay still. 

Worried I might hurt her, I applied the ointment to my own arm and used a candle flame to heat it. I stayed up the whole night. 

The candle might burn her, but I would never hurt the woman I loved. 

The next day, she woke up, but my arm was covered in blisters. It was burning with pain. 

I thought a man should care for his wife without complaining about his sacrifices. 

But when Samantha truly dismissed me, my heart couldn’t help but ache. 

At this moment, Samantha kicked the broken candle holder and tossed it into the trash. Then, she curled up in Isaac’s arms, smiling sweetly.