Chapter 10 Can’t Live Without Felicity
Since Felicity left, Roger had been in a downward spiral for what felt like an eternity.
Orion cried for his mother every single day.
At first, Roger naively thought this phase wouldn’t last long.
But as the days turned into weeks, he found himself struggling more and more.
Each morning, he would instinctively call out for Felicity, expecting her to be there.
After all, she was the only one in the house who knew exactly where every tie was kept.
But this time, he called her name multiple times, only to be met with silence.
It took several minutes for the reality to sink in.
Felicity was gone.
Roger froze for a moment; then, the realization hit him like a ton of bricks.
He rummaged through drawers and closets, searching frantically, but the tie he wanted was nowhere to be found.
Finally, Roger stood amidst the chaos of his disheveled wardrobe, and his emotions came crashing down.
It dawned on him that he couldn’t live without Felicity.
In their marriage, it was never Felicity who needed Roger; it was always the other way around.
At that moment, the man who had always held his head high felt his spine bend under the weight of his sorrow.
Tears began to fall, one after another, splattering the floor like tiny raindrops.
Suddenly, a flood of memories rushed into his mind.
He saw Felicity with her low ponytail, wearing an apron, standing in the kitchen, cooking.
She would smile and urge him to wash his hands and sit down for dinner.
At the table, Felicity would curiously ask about his day, genuinely interested in the mundane details of his life.
In the beginning, Roger would patiently answer her questions, but over time, he found himself growing increasingly annoyed by her weary housewife demeanor.
He couldn’t help but compare Felicity to Lillian.
Lillian was confident, charming, vibrant, and undeniably beautiful.
She was everything Felicity wasn’t.
But he seemed to forget one crucial detail.
Felicity had become that way not by choice but because of the burdens he and Orion had placed upon her.
In this world, how could the true culprits ever complain about the victims?
The end
