And he actually did it. He leaned in, soup in his mouth, and kissed her.
I couldn’t help but laugh—how ridiculous.
Once, I had been the top student in medical school, and he was just a shy admirer chasing after me. After two years of persistence, he finally wore me down, and I agreed to date him. When we graduated, I even turned down an opportunity to study abroad, choosing instead to work as a nurse at his hospital.
Back then, he really did love me. We spent every waking moment together. At work, we’d grab lunch in the breakroom; after work, we’d shop at the grocery store and go home to cook dinner. He, on the other hand, gave up his social life, devoting himself to patients and me.
And now? Seeing him with Cynthia like this? I didn’t feel jealous or even surprised. After what he did in my last life—laying his hands on our child—he was already dead to me.
“You’ve got the nerve to show up here?” A sharp voice snapped me out of my thoughts just as I was about to leave.
“Oh, you should be here,” Hadden sneered. “But don’t think you can just apologize and walk away like it’s nothing.”