I’m now in the room where Eros brought me. He already treated the injury on my cheek and side and gave me medicine. I slowly lay down on the bed. I just feel so tired. I also realized it was already nighttime. I had fallen asleep for hours in my car earlier. My father-in-law and I hadn’t spoken much, and the anger I saw in his eyes was terrifying. I held my side and let out a long sigh. Beyond the anger, I also saw deep concern in his eyes while he was tending to me. It was so embarrassing for him to see me like this. I held my cheek, and I couldn’t stop myself from crying.
I’m not crying because of that man. I’m crying for myself—for being such a fool for the man I loved. I wouldn’t have ended up like this if I hadn’t married him. Where did it all go wrong? Why did he change? I can’t rem
