I collapsed, tears blurring my sight.
For as long as they played, I suffered.
By dawn, I had enough.
I went to a law firm and obtained divorce papers.
I once believed we would be the happiest couple in the world. Now, we were nothing but the world’s cruelest joke.
When I returned home, Sarah greeted me cheerfully, as if nothing had happened.
“My handsome Michael, you’re finally back. Come eat!”
“You love horseback riding, so tomorrow I’ll take you to a riding club with some friends from France.”
I pulled my hand away from Sarah’s, putting distance between us.
The wounds she had left on my heart were too deep—I had no interest in talking to her.
When she noticed my cold reaction, Sarah grew nervous.
She finally realized my expression was not as it usually was.
Because I truly had a fever, and my body temperature was rising steadily.
Sarah rushed to help me onto the couch, fumbling to find medicine to feed me.
But before she could bring it, a phone call interrupted her.
She said it was a friend from France calling, something urgent to discuss.
“Why are you calling now? I told you I’d be with Michael during the day. I’ll come see you tonight.”