After doing her night care routine, she sat on the bed silently for a few seconds and looked at his peaceful face closely and whispered to herself, "I just hope whatever I'm thinking is not the actual truth. Your hatred towards me isn't related to Andrea's death…right?
I just pray to God it's not the way my mind is going to right now. Because if it is, then I don't know if I'd ever be able to forgive you in this lifetime of mine for not having faith on me who was your best friend of twenty five years."
After that, she too lied down in her side of the bed, keeping enough gap between them and covered both herself and Ivan with the comforter.
Soon she felt her eyes dropping low as sleep consumed her after a hell of a tiring day which was also one of the most special day in their life...
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Next morning…
