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Goodbye, My Love

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The nurse guessed they were going through a rough patch.

With a knowing smile and a nod of encouragement to Marco, she exited the ward.

Marco was puzzled by her expression. However, before he could decipher its meaning, Loraine’s cold voice broke

his thoughts. “Still here?

Planning on spending the night?”

The IV drip was set to complete by morning.

Yet, Marco nodded earnestly, without a second thought.

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“Your fever’s not yet under control. | won't leave.”

Loraine was taken aback. After a moment, she looked back at Marco, scolding him in a soft voice, “I'd recover

faster without your interference.”

Marco was lost for words. After a pause, he replied in a disappointed tone, “I won't bother you then. I'll wait

outside.”

He stood up, heading out as he'd said. As his footsteps receded,

Loraine felt a mix of relief and sadness.

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Loraine, weak from illness, soon fell asleep again.

When she awoke, it was evening, a blanket draped over her that slid off as she sat up.

Catching the blanket as she regained her balance, she wondered who had covered her.

Suddenly, the curtain beside her bed swished aside. A young girl peeked out, her eyes shining brightly at Loraine

as she said, “Ma’am, you're fortunate to have such a caring husband. He's been Looking after you!

Your husband is handsand considerate. That's a real catch!”

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The word “husband” instantly reminded Loraine of Marco. Instinctively, she looked around for him, but there was

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no sight of the familiar man.

The girl gave a soft chuckle and said, “Don’t bother looking around, ma'am. Your IV drip was about to finish, so

he stepped out to get a nurse.”

Hearing this, Loraine glanced at her own IV bag and indeed, the liquid had almost run out.

It dawned on her then - the strangeness of the girl referring to Marco as her husband, and how she hadn't found

it odd initially...

As this thought crossed her mind, Loraine’s cheeks flushed, and she quickly corrected, “You misunderstood. He's

not my husband.”

Although he used to be, she silently added in her heart.