His Greatest Regret Is My New Life
Language: en
When I was Eighteen, I fainted from a high fever right after washing my hair. Since that day, no matter how busy Reid Miller was, he always made time to blow-dry my hair. It was our ritual, a quiet constant in a decade of shared life. That was why, on the eve of our engagement gala, when I saw the twelve detailed memos in his phone about Tessa Marlowe, I still gave him one last chance to explain. He remembered everything for her: her stomach aches, her follow-up doctor appointments, her certification exams. He even had a recurring alert for when she needed to change her contact lenses. The…