The message hit me like a gunshot, like it was meant to get my attention. No matter what I sent back, it felt like I was just throwing my words into the void. Like junk mail. But deep down, I knew this wasn’t some random spam.
Who the hell sent this to me?
Two names popped into my mind, but after thinking for a while, I still had no clue. So, I decided to push it aside for now.
Just as I was trying to clear my head, Raymond quietly wrapped his arms around me from behind. He must’ve sensed something was off, but he didn’t say a word. He was keeping his promise to me, and my heart started racing. Goddess, how can he be so gentle? I didn’t want to admit it, but his sweet actions felt like a dream. He was still my Raymond, my patient, kind husband, even in his broken state.
“How’s your day
