“Tsk. She and Mr. Larrison are true love, aren’t they? A perfect match that’s the kind of chemistry that makes a couple.”
It was a long time before Veronica finally came to my hospital room. She held a half-bowl of soup, intending to feed it to me.
I threw it to the floor. “I don’t want leftovers from someone else.”
Hearing this, her face filled with guilt. “William, I’m sorry. Yohan saved my life first, so I repaid her with mine. It’s a common thing as human beings.”
“But I promise, this will never happen again.”
His life mattered were precious, but how about me?
I didn’t argue with her. Instead, I threw the document at her. “Sign this.”
Without even glancing at it, she signed her name and I smiled. If she had just opened one page, she would have known it was a divorce agreement.
After signing, Veronica said she wanted to make it up to me and take me to Paris for a break.
But as soon as we arrived at the airport, her phone rang. It was Yohan.
On the other end, he was sobbing, gasping for breath, saying he was scared alone in the hospital.
Veronica hung up. Her eyes glanced elsewhere, looking worried.