The saleswoman paused for a moment, looked into my eyes, and smiled, "Your husband must be a good man. You have a beautiful smile when you talk about him."
"Yes, he is very good to me."
I took the watch and went to the supermarket to buy some ingredients.
After I got home, I called Nathan and said, "Are you coming back for dinner tonight? I made a lot of dishes."
"No."
"But..." I felt a bit sad. "We haven't had a meal together for several days. I know you just recovered your memory and have a lot of things to deal with, but it's just a meal together. It won't take up too much of your time."
"Piper, I really don't have time."
I stared at the piled-up ingredients in the kitchen and suddenly felt like crying.
I planned to tell him about my illness after dinner, but he didn't even want to have a meal with me.
Nathan used to be so clingy to me.
When I didn't come home for a company dinner, he would wait for me alone outside the restaurant and take me home after I was done.
But now, he was so cold to me. I didn't even have the courage to tell him about my illness.
Would he remain this cold even if he learned that I was dying?
I would be super sad. I was a coward. I dared not believe that he would become like that.
"Nathan, why are you so cold to me after your memory came back? Did I do something wrong that made you angry? Can you tell me straight?" I asked, in a choked voice.
But his voice was still cold. "I'm really busy. I gotta go."
