Apologizing was the least I could do, and beyond that, I would have to write guarantees, transfer money, or buy her a bag—anything extra to appease her.
Whether she forgave me or not depended on her mood.
Even if I wasn't at fault, I had to lower myself whenever she was upset.
But this time, I found the courage to push back for the first time.
"Yes, you do!"
I looked her in the eye, my expression serious.
Perhaps my demeanor surprised her, as she paused.
A moment later, she exploded, "What problem could I possibly have with Eric? What's wrong with sending him some photos? I was sick and needed him to see!"
"You were sick? What's wrong with you?"
Hearing she was unwell made me grab her shoulders, checking her over carefully.
She shrugged off my hands, her voice gaining strength, "Yes, I'm sick! You didn't know? You're always busy with work; when do you ever care about my health? If it weren't for Eric, I might have died, and you wouldn't even know!"
She spoke as if the fault lay with me.
"But what kind of illness requires sending such private photos?"
After a brief moment of panic, I regained my composure.