A crushing sense of regret clawed at my chest and the closed room seemed to press down on me and make it hard for me to breathe.
I had no idea how long I had been unconscious. When I woke up, my phone was ringing.
When I picked up the call, I heard the other end sound, "Hello, Miss Taylor? When do you plan to check into the postpartum care center?"
Postpartum care center .…
As my consciousness crept in, my mind cleared up. I took a sit, straightened my body and gripped the phone tighter.
"Three days. I’ll be there in three days. However, change the name on the reservation," I finally answered. "Oh, and switch the package to one for a single mother. No baby."
The person on the other end seemed surprised but didn’t ask any questions.
After hanging up, I updated the reservation under my best friend Christy Anderson’s name.
Then I called Christy. When she picked up the call, I said, "Cissy, I'm going to file for divorce. Help me find the best divorce lawyer."
She immediately asked what had happened. I gave her a brief rundown.
Christy let out a long sigh. "We all got fooled by that scumbag, Mario."
I did not reply to her statement. Instead, ended up comforting her.