Unable to bear the pain of a stomach ulcer any longer, I went to the hospital alone. The sterile, white corridors of the hospital contrasted sharply with the warmth and comfort of my home. As I navigated the labyrinthine halls, I stumbled upon Sofia in a ward.
There she was, alongside Lewis, an island of intimacy in a sea of sterile white. Sofia was feeding him, her smile bright and radiant. Her laughter, a melody I had never heard before, was a dagger to my heart.
The woman who had shared my bed and bore my name was radiating a joy that was worlds a part from our lifeless marriage. It was then that I truly saw her smile for the first time.
I understood now that her so-called "friend" was Lewis, her first love. I stood at the door, my presence unnoticed until Lewis caught sight of me.
Sofia turned her head and met my gaze. Panic and discomfort flashed across her face. "Rowan, why are you here?"
She didn't ask if I was feeling unwell but instead quickly became angry, accusing me of following her.