Nicolas spent the night in the hospital with Lisbeth and was jolted awake by her soft moans. He quickly called for a nurse.

In a delicate voice, Lisbeth said, “Nicky, I’m fine. You should check on Eleanor. She was in the water yesterday too.”

“She can swim and was wearing a life jacket. Even if she fell in, she can take care of herself. Don’t worry about her.”

Nicolas’s tone was indifferent, his words cold. It was clear he didn’t care about my well-being.

Strangely, this realization brought me a sense of relief. A man who has moved on is preferable to one who remains indecisive and torn between two...