My heart felt hollow, like something inside me had been drained completely. I didn't have the energy to feel anything anymore—it was like a phone running out of battery, slowly shutting down.
For two years, I had convinced myself that Alexander cared about me.
Now… every time I looked at him, all I could see was her.
I wanted to ask him—if he cared so much about Lilian, why let her go? Why agree to marry me?
"Your hand…" His voice softened slightly. "What happened?"
I opened my eyes slightly. His gaze had fallen on the back of my hand, now red and swollen.
"I burned it while eating," I replied indifferently.
"Why didn't you treat it?" His tone sharpened. "Jim, turn around. We're going to the hospital."
I glanced at him. There was unmistakable concern in his eyes.
But instead of warmth, it only stirred bitterness within me.
I pulled my hand away.
"No need. It's nothing serious."
In the past, his concern would have melted me.
Now, it only made me want to laugh.
