(Tom's PoV)
Standing behind me were Rama and my ex-girlfriend, Nita. Nita was holding a bouquet of flower in her hand while Rama was supporting her. With one look I could tell that she had just given birth. Her baby must be around six to eight months old now. Her complexion didn't look that good. Even after months of giving birth, she still looked pale and weak.
Was there something wrong?
"It's really you." Nita gasped as her hand holding the flower trembled. Rama's expression didn't look good, as if he was hiding his guilty.
"Yeah." I stood up. "I'm back. Congratulation for your wedding! Hope you have a happily ever after marriage life." I said casually. I didn't want them to think that I came back to claim what was mine.
Heh, Nita was a good girl. She loved me and I loved her dearly. It's just, I didn't know how much she loved me. And I couldn't, didn't want to blame them, really. After all, they heard that I was dead.
