After the call, Olivia smirked. “Hmph. Only women who aren’t loved end up as mistresses.”
With that, she turned and walked away in her high heels.
I froze when Michael said “wife.” In our two years of marriage, he’d never called me that.
I held my breath. The phone’s ring sounded like a death knell in the silent room.
When I answered that call, an angry voice said, “What’s going on with your Barkworth Family? Mr. Barkworth has been dead in our hospital for almost six months and no one has come to claim him?”
“What do you mean?”
I froze and was shocked. My ears buzzed and my mind went blank.
Snapping back to reality, I hurriedly grabbed the phone to ask for the address. I got up unsteadily, left the hospital in a daze and took a cab to the place.
When I arrived, all I saw was a corpse covered in a white sheet. Grief and anger overwhelmed me and I could barely cry.
My heart felt like it was being crushed by an invisible hand, heavy and suffocating pain. I realized my bank card didn’t have enough money when the medical staff member told me to pay at the front desk.