As I was about to leave the hospital, I walked down the hallway and unexpectedly encountered someone I had long wanted to confront—my rival for my first girlfriend.
Our gazes met, and I shot him a serious, cold look. He returned my stare with equal intensity.
And after a moment.
"What are you doing here?" he asked, as though I owed him an explanation for my presence.
His eyes drifted to the door of his wife's ward from which I had just emerged.
A smirk crept onto my face, and I raised an eyebrow as I took him in, from head to toe.
"What do you think? What do you think I'm here?" I replied, deflecting his question.
The smirk widened when I noticed his fist clenching in frustration.
"Tsk tsk, even without saying it, it’s clear you already know the answer. So tell me, Mr. Hernandez, w
