104 How Dare You Shout at My Mother

Snow continued to fall heavily and landed on the man's black winter coat. Soon, his clothes and hair were drenched and the chill from his foot slowly throughout his entire body.

He ignored the chill and stood as still as a statue, rooted to the spot, his gaze fixed on a loving couple inside a room.

He watched as his ex-wife assisted that man as he went through his rehabilitation exercises, then wiped the sweat off that man's forehead. They laughed and spoke as intimately as lovers.

He didn't know how long he stood there for, he remained until the couple disappeared from view, then he closed his eyes that were dusted with snow. Icy snow had coated his eyes, but warm tears brimmed within them.

Finally, he walked toward the main road nearby where his expensive car was parked. He drove off and only his wide footprints remained in the snow, alone and lonely.

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