"Naomi..."
His voice trailed after her, sounding innocent and wronged. Her heart softened for a moment, but then she remembered the pile of things he was carrying and felt she couldn't forgive him.
In the bustling mall, onlookers saw a pretty girl in a coat striding ahead, pouting as if she were angry. Trailing behind her was a handsome man laden with shopping bags, a helpless look on his face. They seemed like a match made in heaven, leaving people to wonder what they could possibly be bickering about.
"Wife..."
The soft call sounded from behind her again. Naomi Shaw's hurried steps came to an abrupt halt. A pang of pain shot through her heart. "Husband" and "wife"—such intimate yet common terms of endearment, yet they had never used them with each other.
For all those years, he had been unwilling and she had been afraid, so their relationship had remained polite and distant.
Only now did she truly understand the real meaning of those two words.
