There was a hint of reproach in Dale's tone. It seemed that I was some disgusting stolen goods in his eyes.
My heart was like shattered glass, broken into pieces gradually.
I took great care of him for years, but he still couldn't see what kind of person I was.
As far as he was concerned, I was disgusting, and he just couldn't get rid of me whatsoever. He never believed what I said, not even what my family said.
I reached out and touched my cheeks only to find that my eyes were filled with tears at some point.
Dale reached out and touched Grace's cheek as if she were a fragile doll.
"Dale, if you had come a little later, I would have had to have my leg amputated."
Grace hugged Dale, her tone tinged with a hint of grievance, and her tears burst out.
Dale gently patted Grace's back, afraid of scaring her.
I thought Dale didn't know how to take care of people, so I kept giving in, hoping to warm his heart with time.
And I went on for seven years.
Seven years ago, when we had just gotten married, I had a stomachache and felt extremely uncomfortable.