I saw the red marks on Alexa's neck, and my breath caught. Then, he grabbed Alexa's hand and left.
I gripped the sheets, holding back the pain in my body and heart.
"Just wait , Dylan. Wait, Alexa. Do you really think I've lost? No, I will to make you kneel before me!" I muttered as I watched them leave.
It had been two days since Dylan last visited me, no word and no message. Only loneliness kept me company.
This hospital room felt increasingly cramped, as if it were swallowing me alive. I missed his embrace and his voice.
As I cried silently, the nurse came in with surprising news. "You can go home," she said.
I was stunned. "Why? Isn't my condition getting worse?" I asked.
"It's your husband's order," she replied hesitantly.
With a heart full of questions, I went home. However, at home, another surprise awaited me.
Alexa, the woman, stood in the living room with a sweet smile.
"Why are you here, Alexa?" I asked, trying to remain calm.
"I'm working with Mr. Dylan," Alexa replied, smiling confidently.
Just then, Dylan appeared."Yes, l was at work. I'm sorry I couldn't pick you up. My infection is getting worse," he said quietly.
I tried to contain my anger.