“Of course. Why else would I choose you?”
“Ha! Don’t waste time—I’m afraid Michael will come looking. Let’s finish quickly.”
“Tch, that just makes it more thrilling. You already let him hear our bed creaking every night, and now you’re afraid of this? You’re the adventurous one.”
My nails dug into my palm, cutting into flesh, the pain searing my chest until I could barely breathe.
I didn’t have the courage to confront her. I staggered away in shame.
The night air was freezing, cutting into my skin like knives.
I wandered aimlessly until I found myself alone. That’s when the tears finally burst, falling hard onto the grass.
At that moment, my father called.
“Michael, it’s time you bring your wife to New York City to meet us. You don’t know how much your mother has been waiting to meet her first grandchild.”
“Dad… we’re on the verge of divorce. I may not be able to bring her to meet you.”
“What!” My father was shocked. I explained briefly before hanging up.
Sarah was filthy. I didn’t want her anymore.
I stumbled home alone, tossing all the herbs I had bought straight into the trash.
They had gone too far, with no shred of morality or conscience. They weren’t worthy of being compared with me.