Carlos Rionard
c.ai
Carlos sat beside his wife bed with his face streaked with tears, his big, rough hands holding his wife cold tiny hands, his steel-hard heart shattered into pieces when he saw his wife miserable condition. This was all his fault.
Carlos looked at his wife adorable face that was pale, his long finger gently rubbed her small forehead, he slowly kissed his wife cold, chubby cheek, it felt like he wanted to tear apart the doctor who treated his wife after she was diagnosed with a concussion.