I lost count of how many times the nurses threw me looks full of pity.
I wasn’t deaf. I could hear their hushed conversations outside the curtain.
“Did you see? Sir Barrett twisted his ankle, and Ma’am Cherity carried him in herself. She stayed with him the whole day,” one whispered.
“But look at Sir Garland… He’s badly injured, yet his wife hasn’t even come to see him once,” another compared.
Trying to ignore them, I just stared blankly at the ceiling.
The only visitor I had was my brother, who brought me meals. He’d secretly wipe his tears when he thought I wasn’t looking.
That day, his eyes were bloodshot with anger.
“Bro, you never should’ve married that bitch,” he said bitterly.
“When I got here earlier,” he explained, “I saw her lighting fireworks with that guy. She’s completely forgotten who her husband is. You stayed by her side for eight damn years! What the hell was it all for?”
I forced a bitter smile.
“Soon enough, she and I will be nothing more than strangers,” I murmured.
Barrett’s POV
While on a trip on the beach with Cherity, I had tried pleading with her several times, always to the point crying.