“Eileen-”

He tried to call me softly but I flinched, not listening to him. I was slightly disturbed to imagine his reaction too but I couldn’t help it.

I became like that whenever I got sick and it was merely testing his patience.

“Go away! Go!” Don’t go.

I cried, pulling my pillow, my tears soaking it, shutting my eyes firmly.

Thankfully I warned him before our marriage already that taking care of me whenever I am sick would be challenging.

“Go!” I was sobbing silently, hoping it would subdue the burn in my body but to no avail. I was crying like a baby, not wanting Sebastian to truly...