Did she not know how to reply?
Maybe, after all, she didn’t even explain. She really forgot my birthday.
Lying on the bed, looking at the ceiling and feeling the burning pain in my stomach, I was not sleepy at all.
My eyes fell on the wedding photo hanging on the wall at the end of the bed and I wrapped myself in the quilt to feel the breath of my wife.
I wanted to convince myself that I wasn’t overthinking, but she was often absent-minded recently.
The subtle changes began when Damian came back from abroad last month.
At that time, Isabella said that she was going to attend a high school reunion and it rained lightly that night.
I quickly forgot about the work in my hands and drove to pick her up.
As soon as the car stopped at the door of the hotel, I saw Damian holding an umbrella for her considerately and took out a tissue from his belt to help her wipe her wet forehead.
Isabella’s smile at that time was not fake; she was shy and happy from the inside out.
When she saw my car, the smile on her face froze for a moment. On the way back, she deliberately explained, “Husband, don’t think too much, we are just good friends now.”
Good friends?