Just as I finished recording the voice note, the message, which was likely sent by accident, got recalled. No one knew I was in that group. But their cautiousness only makes them look guilty as hell.
The next second, Cassie tagged me in the main group. [Jane, is your wound serious? Did you get it checked at the hospital? I gave Mark a harsh beating for you. He knows his mistakes. He'll go back home tonight to kneel on a wheel of blue cheese to beg for forgiveness. Don't be mad with him, okay? Sticking out tongue emoji]
She attached a photo of the blue cheese that she had just bought. Then she tagged Mark.
[Hurry up and apologize to Jane! Or me and you are done!]
After Mark sent a helpless emoji, he quoted Cassie's words. [Jane, are you okay? It’s all my fault for not holding back.]
I didn’t reply. Instead, I reached out to my best friend in obstetrics and gynecology.
“Jane, I’m on annual leave. Wait until I get back and I’ll check you.”
Five days isn't long. I can wait.
Mark returned in a drunk state, with a wheel of blue cheese that I hate, in his hand. He leaned over the bed and whispered to me, "Honey, I bought you some blue cheese. Smell it! It's so fragrant …"