Romance
I'm waiting for my wife, Sophia Young, to pick me up. My colleague, Tony Shaw, who habitually hitches a ride with us, stays with me.He complains incessantly, "Why isn't your wife here yet? It's freezing cold! I'd prefer to be home by today!"He lives in the western part of the city. Every time we drive him home, Sophia has to make a large detour.However, my stomach is killing me that day, so I politely break things to him while cradling my stomach."Tony, I'm not feeling well today and would like to get home early to rest. You should take a taxi home yourself. I'll let you hitch a ride next time."Tony snorts coldly and walks away.I wait downstairs for another 30 minutes, only to receive a call from Sophia.She informs me, "Traffic along the street outside your office is unusually congested. I've stopped the car at the intersection up ahead, so come find me there."I venture into the rain to find her car while struggling to keep the umbrella up and open.When I open the car door, I realize it's already filled with her colleagues and there's no space for me.Sophia rolls the window halfway down and points at the blond-haired man drying his hair with a towel in the front passenger seat.She explains, "Ian saw his friend at the intersection just now. The handsome young man looked rather pitiful soaking in the rain, so I gave him a lift. Your company's close by anyway, so why don't you head back in there first? I'll come back to pick you up once I've sent them home."The storm ruins my umbrella, and rain gets in my eyes, making them sting painfully.As I gaze at Sophia's packed car, I find that my marriage to her suddenly feels incredibly meaningless.
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