chapter eighty eight

As I noticed Felix's behavior after my miscarriage, I couldn't help but feel concerned. I noticed that he was always coming home late and seemed to be preoccupied with work even when he was at home. I knew that he was a busy man, but this was different. I could tell that something was bothering him, but I didn't know what it was.

I had always relied on Felix for emotional support, especially during their difficult times. I felt that he was distant from her now, and I didn't know how to bridge the gap between us. I missed his presence and felt lonely without him. I wondered if he was struggling with his own grief, but didn't know how to ask him about it.

Despite my own pain, I couldn't help but worry about Felix. I wanted to be there for him but didn't know how to reach out. I felt a sense of helplessness as if I had lost the connection we once had. I wished I could understand what was going on in his mind, but felt like I was left in the dark.

As the days went by, I tried to be patien