Chris had grown up in the countryside too, so he didn’t find this unusual. He slightly frowned and took a small step back.
“Nadine, you have worked hard these past years.”
To support his start-up, I left my job despite being a graduate of a top university. I returned to the village to care for our son with cerebral palsy and his mother, whose leg was crippled.
For ten entire years, no matter how bitter or exhausting life became, I endured it. Before I knew the truth, I pushed through each grueling day by holding onto the dream of the grand wedding and city-life happiness he had promised me.
But now, I felt nothing except exhaustion.
Too tired to question him.
Too tired to argue.
Too tired to care.
The only thing on my mind was to quietly make it through the next three days, as I was planning to take Matty overseas for treatment after that.
Expressionless, I took the sleeping Matty from Chris's arms.
“You must be tired from the trip,” I said. “Go wash up. I will put him to bed.”
I turned toward the bedroom, but he followed me.
“Matty is heavy. Let me carry him.”