The Six Sense Chapter 2

I continued scrolling down, where I saw Kenneth accompanying her on birthdays, trips, and dates.

They certainly looked very happy.

Then, I saw her latest update.

[Uncle finally agreed to ride the Ferris wheel with me tonight. We plan to kiss at the top, vowing never to part.]

Kenneth chose me over her for the Ferris wheel.

Ten years of marriage outweigh ten months, after all.

At the familiar revolving restaurant, we enjoyed the best view of the city.

From sharing a bowl of noodles to ordering two fresh steaks flown in from Barunya, our journey had been long.

I pushed the gift I prepared for Kenneth across the table.

He had to pretend to be touched.

It was a pair of cufflinks, worth over a hundred thousand dollars, but Kenneth wasn't wearing a suit. He didn't even wear the wedding ring.

"I'm touched, thank you, Elaina," he said.

"I also want to apologize for forgetting our anniversaries and not getting you a gift. Can you forgive me?"

Kenneth took my hand, apologizing with a seemingly sincere tone.

I smiled. "It doesn't matter. I forgive you."

It was a double entendre I hoped he'd catch.

We fell into silence, clinking glasses and cutting steaks, the sound of utensils harsh against our plates.

Kenneth fidgeted, glancing at the clock.

I asked, "Do you remember when we were struggling financially? One day, I got a part-time job as a waiter at a five-star restaurant. A table of guests ordered numerous expensive dishes, and while serving, I accidentally dropped a piece of dessert. The guests were furious, and that piece cost me one thousand dollars, which was half my monthly salary."

Kenneth seemed bashful. "Elaina, why are you bringing this up suddenly?"

Ignoring him, I continued, "The supervisor scolded me and punished me stand there for two hours. After the customers left, I secretly packed up a plate of dessert. That day, we squatted in the rented room during the blackout and ate it. At that moment, I thought it was the best dessert in the world, but now..."

I looked up to find Kenneth gazing at me sheepishly. "I suddenly forgot what it tasted like."

"Would you like some? I can have someone order it right away," Kenneth said attentively.

"Forget it, let's eat," I replied, lowering my eyes.

Suddenly, Kenneth stood up. "Elaina, there's an emergency at the company. I have to go back. I promise to make it up to you next time for our anniversary."

Flustered, he stumbled out without looking back.

That girl updated her post.

[Uncle is a liar. I don't care about him anymore.]

The picture showed her burned hand and a half-finished anniversary cake.

I gazed out at the bustling city at night.

Setting down my knife and fork, I finally remembered what that dessert tasted like. It was bitter.

My tear-streaked face reflected in the glass.

Kenneth had forgotten that night when we huddled on the tiny bed, him promising to succeed and take me to the highest point in the city for the finest meals.

Now, we had the meal, but he was gone.

It turned out ten months could truly outweigh ten years.