Brad's gastritis left him bedridden for three days and not once did he hear from Nadine. He had tried calling and messaging her, but it was as if she had vanished into thin air. She didn't answer his calls or respond to his texts.
It reminded him of the early days of their marriage. Once he was back on his feet, he went to work, and without fail, Nadine would ask if he had eaten lunch every day at noon and what he had eaten.
He would read her messages and find her annoying. But now, he realized how disheartening it must have been for Nadine when she sent those warm, caring messages and received no reply.
It dawned on him that loving someone could make one feel so small and insignificant. He couldn't help but ponder. If he had been kinder to her back then, would things have turned out differently?
It had been three days since he last saw Nadine. His eyes lit up, and he looked at her with a mixture of nervousness and hope, a rare smile cracking through his usual stoic expression. He was so nervous that he gulped.
While Brad fidgeted with nerves and anticipation, Nadine appeared calm and collected. Her expression was stoic as she glanced at him coldly. Deep down, however, she was taken aback. She couldn't believe that this scruffy, unkempt man was the charming Brad she once knew.
If it weren't for the nameplate at the head of his bed and Cameron standing right beside him, she wouldn't have believed her eyes. But her surprise lasted only a moment before she swiftly regained her composure.
Looking at the hopeful Brad, she responded, "Yeah." Her expression was apathetic, just like how Brad had treated her years ago.
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