Since then, my dream had always been clear—to become a brilliant doctor, one who could conquer all diseases, one whose name would be etched in history. I had imagined standing on grand stages, receiving countless awards for my achievements in medicine.
But reality was cruel.
That dream never came true.
Still, before I walked away from it all, I wanted to see for myself.
So, I went to the award ceremony alone.
As soon as I stepped inside, my eyes landed on Tristan, who was standing close to Faye, carefully adjusting her hair. His fingers lingered, his expression soft. Their faces were so close that their lips almost touched.
I shouldn’t have been surprised.
Tristan noticed my arrival, but there was no guilt in his eyes. Instead, he merely turned to me and said, with the same practiced gentleness he always used:
"I'm sorry, my wife. Faye’s condition hasn’t been stable these past two days, so I couldn’t go home to take care of her."
His words were an apology, but they carried no weight.
I ignored him and found a seat.
Seeing this, he hesitated for a moment before sitting beside me.