The sounds from inside were unbearable.
Through the crack of the door, I saw Cynthia half-naked, perched on Javon’s lap.
“Javon, isn’t it thrilling? Addison is just outside.”
“You’re wicked, still trying to tempt me at a time like this.”
The sounds inside grew more heated.
I swallowed back the nausea and opened my phone to record.
The two of them were so lost in each other that neither noticed me.
That evening at dinner, Cynthia put on an act so unlike her, filling my bowl again and again.
“Addison, we were all resting, yet you suffered a miscarriage and still worked so hard to cook. It must be exhausting. Eat more.”
After the meal, my stomach twisted with nausea. I pushed my wheelchair into the courtyard.
I did not know how long I sat there before a glass bottle labeled Seventh Time shattered before me.
She laughed cruelly. “Addison, did you enjoy dinner? Do you know what was in it?”
Something inside my head snapped. Realization struck, and I stared at her in disbelief.
“Look at you now, like a dog with broken legs. Just laying eyes on you disgusts me. If I were in your place, I would’ve taken my own life long ago. What face do you even have left to keep living?”