Shairine was terrified of water and clung tightly to Jason.
Yves, understanding the unspoken plan, stepped aside to give them space and sat down next to me.
As the raft drifted down the stream, Shairine was so frightened that she practically threw herself onto Jason.
Instead of pushing her away, he gently patted her back and reassured her, “Don’t be scared, I’m here.”
His voice was incredibly soft and patient, as if soothing a child.
For a fleeting moment, I was reminded of our early days of marriage in my past life.
Back then, I was full of hope for our lives together. I took it upon myself to handle every detail of our home, believing that my efforts would make him feel the warmth of a family.
But one night, after I picked him up from a drunken night out, I overheard him venting to Shairine.
In his drunken stupor, he muttered, “I feel like I didn’t marry a wife—I married a nanny. She has to control everything and nags me nonstop. I don’t even want to go home anymore.”
“You, on the other hand, are so much better. You know when to give me space and never make me feel annoyed.”