As I stepped out of the operating room, the hospital television blared in the hallway. On the screen, Christopher held Lisa in his arms, kissing her passionately in front of a sea of flashing cameras.
A sharp pain shot through my abdomen, but it couldn’t compare to the agony in my heart.
I wiped the cold sweat from my forehead and turned to the woman standing at my bedside—my mother-in-law.
“Mom,” my voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper. “It’s been eight years. The Adam Family’s crisis has passed. I want a divorce. Please, let me go…”
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Before she could answer, the sharp ringing of a phone shattered the silence of the ward.
On the other end of the call, Christopher’s voice was indifferent, laced with arrogance.
“Book me a hotel room and have someone send over the lace lingerie I bought the other day. If you won’t wear it, the women outside are lining up to take your place.”
His voice wasn’t loud, but in the dead silence of the hospital room, every word struck like a dagger.
I felt my mother-in-law tense beside me. A flicker of anger crossed her weary eyes. She reached for the phone, perhaps to say something, but before she could, the call ended abruptly.