I couldn't understand how things had turned out this way.

Barry used to be a kind and gentle husband.

I had met Barry in the hospital, where he was my attending physician.

Before meeting him, I had never imagined a doctor could be so handsome, to the point where I no longer dreaded hospital visits.

Most importantly, Barry had a pair of long, straight fingers that were even more beautiful than I could have drawn myself—truly a dream for anyone who adored hands.

From then on, I not only kept up with my check-ups but also made a point to flirt with him from time to time.

Unfortunately, he remained...