After a week of rest, my body had recovered enough for me to be discharged. During this time, I scrolled through Anne’s social media. Every single post was about Julian.
In the photos, Anne looked like a little princess surrounded by admirers. She was always at the center, filling her table with nutritious meals and countless gifts. Meanwhile, I was alone in the hospital with nothing.
Even the pearl necklace Julian promised to buy me now shone around Anne's neck.
It was odd seeing these things again and feeling absolutely nothing.
When I got home, it was just as I'd left it. Julian had been at the hospital with Anne. He hadn't come home and probably didn't even know I had been hospitalized.
I quickly packed my things, tossing the photo from my nightstand and burning the love letters he'd written me. I took off my wedding ring and left it on the coffee table.
When I was done, I looked around the empty house. It felt like it did when we first moved in—cold and lifeless.