It has been three months since then. Time has flown by so quickly that I barely noticed how long it had been since I last saw my brother. It wasn’t until he called me this morning that I realized just how much time had passed. The call caught me off guard—Robert and I don’t usually talk unless it’s urgent or we meet in person. Otherwise, he’s too busy with his wife and everything that revolves around her.
Flashback
I had just arrived at the office and was busy signing documents when my phone suddenly rang.
"Hey, bro! What’s up?" I answered as soon as I saw Robert’s name on the screen.
"Hey. Nothing much—just the usual stuff you already know," he said, his voice heavy with exhaustion.
"Is something wrong?" I asked, sensing something off.
"I think my wife hates me," he muttered, soundi
