“My little iceberg; how could you lose so much weight, huh?” Natalie cried out and continued to fuss over Wyatt in concern.

Natalie’s hands kept on touching Wyatt's cheeks and arms as if to feel how much weight Wyatt had lost over the past few weeks.

I lowered my head and twisted my fingers, embarrassment swirling in my system. I couldn't help but think that it was my fault that Wyatt was like that.

As a wife, I need to make sure my husband's health is one of the most important things, yet I failed woefully at that. “I'm sorry, it's my fault…”

“Your fault? What are you talking about?”...