Ever since the miscarriage, I'd been distant with him, a side of me Andrew had never seen before, leaving him at a loss.
He thought my coldness was due to a bad mood, so he tried everything to cheer me up—buying me a mountain of designer bags and whisking me away on trips. Even when he booked expensive flights and hotels, I would just stay in the hotel and sleep all day, and he never uttered a word of complaint.
“We can have another child, okay? I promise, honey.”
Under the gentle warmth of the hotel sun, he looked at me with drooping eyes, a flicker of broken light in them.
My heart softened, and I decided to give him another chance, a chance to prove his innocence and his unwavering choice of me.
For the first time, I made a request.
“Let your assistant go.”
He was momentarily stu
