The dizziness worsened until I collapsed on the ground.
When I woke up, I was already at the hospital, and the doctor was scolding me.
“Young people these days are so reckless! With your condition, why would you even think of getting on something like that? Are you trying to kill yourself?”
I spent the next few days recovering in the hospital.
Not once did Valerie call to check on me.
After being discharged, I returned to that so-called "home" and I began packing my belongings.
Halfway through, Valerie and Ayden returned, laughing and chatting as if nothing had happened.
“You finally decided to come back?” she remarked with indifference.
I didn’t react, my face a mask of calm.
Seeing my apathy, she suddenly looked uneasy.
Her mocking tone softened as she walked closer. “Ayden’s agreed to let us get married. Isn’t that great? We can finally go ahead with the wedding. Aren’t you happy?”
Her carefree grin made me chuckle bitterly.
She frowned. “What’s so funny?”
Before I could answer, my phone buzzed with a notification. My flight had been delayed due to weather, and it was rescheduled three days later.
“What are you looking at so intently?” she asked.
“Nothing important,” I flatly answered.