Dropped from Heaven

The moment Robin saw me, his voice cut off abruptly, his face turning startlingly pale as he stood there, not knowing what to do.

I looked at him, then at Terrence's stiff expression, then at Mia, who was on the verge of tears.

Suddenly, I found it all quite comical.

The whole world knew about his infidelity… Except for me, his wife.

I must have looked like an idiot.

Terrence's face was ashen, and the air around him was so heavy it felt suffocating. Through clenched teeth, he said, "Don't you know how to think before you speak? Tanya is the only woman who will be my wife, now and forever."

He proclaimed it with such conviction that I would've believed him, if not for what I witnessed on the balcony just moments ago.

Turning to look at the young man that was so scared he was on the verge of tears, and I sincerely felt sorry for him.

Tugging my hand away from Terrence's iron grip, I ignored his stunned expression and walked towards his assistant, picking up the documents from the floor and handing it over to him, patting his shoulder.

"Don't worry," I reassured him, turning my gaze towards Terrence. "Mia's young, pretty, and caring too, so it's easy to see why you made that mistake."

The silence in the room was stifling, but it was shattered with a sudden cry of pain.

Mia stood there in her white dress, eyes red and rimmed with tears, looking like a startled rabbit.

Somehow, at some point, she'd ended up with a thin silver acupuncture needle stuck into the back of her hand, the tip of the needle still trembling faintly.

"Terrence…" She muttered, her voice close to a sob but clear enough that everyone in the room could hear, "Y-You've been having heart palpitations, and I wanted to help with acupuncture, but I'm too clumsy…"

I lowered my eyes.

How ironic.

A year ago, after I left the country, Terrence had suffered from insomnia and relentless heart palpitations. The reason why he went to therapists and used acupuncture and medicine to fall asleep in the first place was because he missed me too much.

And now, even when I returned to his side, he still needed it all… So who exactly was keeping him up at night?

Mia's tears fell in streams, and she bit her lip hard but didn't dare to sob out loud, just looking helplessly at Terrence with those tear-filled eyes.

Instinctively, Terrence started moving in her direction, but then forced himself to stop.

Stiffly, he turned back, reached out and gripped my hand, so tightly it was frightening. His gaze, however, kept flitting towards Mia, as if he were magnetized.

In the end, he gulped and grabbed a roll of gauze and a bottle of disinfectant, before throwing them to her haphazardly.

"Treat it yourself."

Then, he turned back to me and crouched down, carefully raising my hand. "Tanya, does it hurt?"

His movements were gentle, and so was his tone, but his attention was clearly not on me, nor my wounded hand. All of it was attracted by the woman across the room, clumsily trying to bandage herself while wincing from the sting of disinfectant.

Terrence's eyes were filled with pity, frustration, and care that he couldn't hide.

Seeing him like this, I drew my hand away carefully and lightly.

"It's fine." I looked at his eyes, my gaze, unwavering. "It's not like I could die from this, anyway."