Maxim’s pov
“What happened Sir? I thought that you would fix things,” Christina said when I went back to my office.
“I guess it can’t be easily fixed,” I answered, and she nodded.
She sat down before sighing, which told me she wanted to say something.
“She went through something terrible, didn’t she? I can see it every time when I look at her. The pain, hatred, and anger,” she suddenly said.
“You could see it? Why didn’t I?” I found myself asking.
I was asking myself and not her, how is it that I didn’t notice that the love of my life was in pain?
How many things have I missed?
“Because you love her, you wanted to see her happy, so that is what you saw. At times, we see what we want to see,” she answered my question.
I looked at Christina, “it’s weird that you are all wise now
