My gaze lifted to meet Henry's, only to find him casting an impatient glance in my direction. "You're clumsy! If it's broken, just throw it away."
Turning on his heel, he strode towards the bathroom with a towel in his hand.
Indeed, I had let it fall on purpose.
I yearned to witness how Henry would react to the shattering of our wedding photo.
As expected, his indifference was palpable.
Bending down, I gathered the broken shards of our wedding photo, preparing to discard them in the trash can downstairs.
Yet, as I did, memories flooded back unbidden.
To capture that perfect set of wedding photos, I had endured days without sustenance, starving myself until I shed three kilograms, all for the sake of fitting into that exquisite wedding gown.
Henry had been unable to tear his eyes away. "Nicole, you are so beautiful. I will always love you and protect you."
During our courtship, my family was mired in poverty. To support them, I worked tirelessly, taking on odd jobs by night.
One fateful night, as I made my way home in the dead of night, I was accosted by the sudden appearance of a thug. My refusal to comply resulted in a brutal beating.