“I’d rather spend my time and energy on important work. I still have many experiments waiting.”
Because I loved her, I gave in. And because of that same love, I lost everything.
The emotions I had held back finally collapsed.
In front of everyone, I ran up to Harrison and slapped him twice.
Coldly, Hallie threw a glass of water in my face and said, “Byron, you’ve gone too far.”
She asked for a divorce and said she would leave with Harrison.
I refused. I couldn’t accept it and I couldn’t bear it.
Crying, I told Hallie, “If you dare to leave today, I’ll jump off this building.”
She didn’t walk away. She pushed me down.
Maybe she just wanted to scare me, but my right leg was really broken and I became disabled.
I was admitted back to the mental hospital again. This time, it was because I had severe depression.
While I said this, I smiled.
I spoke lightly, my tone calm. “In my second year in the mental hospital, Hallie filed for divorce.”
“I fought until the very end, but all I got was this box of junk.”
“In the first year after the divorce, I couldn’t accept it, I hurt myself and lost control many times.”
“My condition got worse and because of my injured leg, I couldn’t find any proper work.”