"Marvin, I think I just saw Ms. Parker," I overheard someone say.
"Ha! How could she possibly be here? She's tougher than nails," Marvin replied, his voice as cold as ice.
His words pierced through me, and a wave of sadness washed over me. If I were gone, he'd be relieved.
I thought back to the times when he would move mountains to get me what I wanted, even if it was just a star in the sky.
Now, he seemed indifferent to my suffering, walking hand in hand with another woman.
Maybe he had wanted a divorce long before this.
"Do you know them?" the man asked.
I laughed bitterly, continuing to cover my mouth. "No, I don't."
Turning to leave, I couldn't hold back the tears any longer. Once, we had been a couple deeply in love; now, we were like strangers passing in the night.
After my parents died, we had become each other's only support. He had once firmly told me, "We'll get through this together. From now on, I'll be your rock."
But now? I was on the brink of death.
Stumbling out of the hospital, I ignored the curious stares from passersby, brushing aside Marvin's previous warnings. I ducked into a store and picked out a few bottles of wine, bringing them back home.