I nursed him through everything for two years. Changed his bedpans, cleaned up after him, held him together. It took that long before his condition was finally under control and he could be discharged.
The day he left the hospital, he swore to me with every ounce of conviction he had. Said I was the only woman he'd ever love. Said he'd never stray again.
And then, at that hotel, he slipped out of our bed in the middle of the night and went to Kathy's room.
Back then, I let him fool me. I believed him when he said nothing had happened between them.
Now I knew better. From that night until now, they'd been carrying on behind my back. God only knew how many times.
How else had Kathy gotten pregnant? And why else would Louis be so devoted to a woman who'd abandoned him when he was dying?
I dragged myself back onto the hospital bed.
The pain from the wound was unbearable. I blacked out almost immediately.
I was jolted awake by my phone buzzing with notifications.
Kathy had sent a video.
In the footage, the woman was sitting in our bathtub. Louis was patiently feeding her fruit salad, then running his hands over her shoulders in a massage that left nothing to the imagination.