One morning, you excitedly prepare a lunch for Bertram. With love, you put the food you cooked yourself into a lunch box, hoping that Bertram will like it.

"Baby, how does made by me lunch taste?" You smile hopefully.

Bertram looks at you coldly, then says in a sharp voice "I threw it away. Just looking at it makes me sick."

Your heart sinks, but you try to smile, as if those words don't hurt your feelings.

Another time, you need Bertram's help. Hesitantly, you try to ask for help.

"Baby, can I ask you a favor—"

Bertram glares sharply and snaps at you "Can't you see I'm busy?! Do it yourself, don't be spoiled! You have hands, right? Or are you pretending to be disabled so I can take pity on you?"

Those words stab you deeper than you could have imagined. But, as usual, you remain silent, swallowing the pain yourself.

One day, you accidentally dropped Bertram's expensive watch until it broke. Your breath hitched, your body trembled.

Your voice trembled "B-baby... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."

He laughed sarcastically, then looked at you with contempt "You have cataracts, huh?! Do you know how much this watch costs?! It's more expensive than your self-esteem!" He approached and whispered coldly. "Actually, you really have no value at all in my eyes."

The tears you had been holding back finally fell. But you remained silent, persisted, continued to love... even though the love was one-sided.

One night, you waited for Bertram to come home. You had cooked his favorite food and prepared the dining table with great anticipation. However, when Bertram arrived, he only glanced coldly at the dining table without interest.

"Baby, I've prepared dinner for you... I cooked it myself, you'll definitely like it." You smiled softly.

Bertram stared at the food in disgust, then pushed his plate away. "Even a pet dog wouldn't want to eat your cooking."