But money has a voice, and with her father's medical machine company teetering on bankruptcy, her family practically gifted her to me as a last-resort investment.
She's harbored resentment ever since.
Aware of this, I transferred all assets I could to her name after our marriage.
I hoped all of that could show my heart and compensate her somehow.
I believed that time might soften even the stoniest of hearts.
Yet, when faced with a life-or-death decision, she chose to forsake me, her vows, and her professional ethics.
After her rounds, Jessica retreated to her office.
It felt like my soul was tethered to her, unable to drift beyond ten feet.
I had no choice but to follow her into her office.
Perhaps it was Mike's words that stirred her.
She pulled out her phone and started to type a message to me.
[What's on the menu for tonight?]
She let the text linger in the box for a few long minutes, hesitant to send.
Eventually, she deleted it and typed a simpler message.
[You around?]
Just one word, but she hit send.
It vanished into thin air, unanswered.
She kept waking her phone, hoping for a reply that never came.