There was envy, jealousy, and a hint of bitterness.
I once yearned for such care and tenderness, but reality let me down every time.
I recalled the days when I lay alone in the hospital undergoing chemotherapy, and Levi knew nothing about it.
I was afraid of hindering his work at the police station, so I always faced the pain alone.
Sometimes, when I was hungry, I would just buy a piece of bread to get by. I never had such treatment.
Watching Levi gently take care of Ella, the pain in my heart grew stronger.
I was once his wife, his closest person, yet he gave this tenderness to someone else.
After a few bites of porridge, Ella said softly, "I'm full."
Levi picked up a wet wipe, gently wiped Ella's mouth, and tucked her blanket in.
He got up to leave but was grabbed by Ella.
"Wait until I fall asleep before you go, okay?" Ella's voice carried a hint of pleading.
Levi looked at her, hesitation flashing in his eyes, but he eventually nodded and turned to sit down.
I stood aside, watching their interaction, feeling a mix of emotions.
Watching Ella's fragile demeanor, a surge of contempt rose in my heart.
She held Levi's hand as if she were afraid he would suddenly disappear.