|Arliah|
I was star struck on my seat. I looked back to Red, staring at his expression to see if he was lying or not.
But then… would he chose to lie now that he is in this state? In his weakened… state?
I made a hard swallow as I looked at what was happening to my husband.
Red was leaning on the back of his seat. He was holding his chest like he was in pain. He was heaving deeply. And his other hand was pressed to his side for support.
Such… expression was very familiar to me. It was not long ago that it happened.
The expression was the same as what I have seen that certain night… inside our bedroom with his fingers buried on the arm rest of the sofa. And it was also that night when… I discovered my jealousy toward the woman whom I thought who’s name is Grace.
Grace.
Grace
