The Concert Hall Exploded, and My Wife Left Me to Die in the Flames1
When the concert hall exploded, my wife rushed headlong toward her first love, leaving me to die in the inferno.
After I was rescued, I asked for a divorce.
My wife, enraged and embarrassed, said, "I only saved Jared first. Is it really necessary to divorce me over that?"
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"You're not dead yet. Why are you making a fuss?"
Katie Lozano shouted at me, and her eyes red with frustration. But she didn't stop what she was doing.
She poured all the soup from the pot into a thermos.
The rich aroma of chicken soup made my stomach growl with hunger.
But I wasn't going to get to taste that delicious soup.
It was meant for Jared Randall, and I wasn't allowed to touch it.
I lay in the hospital for two days, and she never came to visit.
When I called her, Jared answered the phone.
He said, "Katie is exhausted from taking care of me.
"She's lying in bed now and doesn't have the energy to talk."
Even through the phone, I could picture what was happening.
I was so angry that I smashed the phone on the floor.
God knew how much I wanted to die at that moment.
When the concert hall exploded, Katie instinctively reached for Jared.