Another day passed, and Melissa sent message after message. I couldn't reach Henry on the phone, so I resorted to pleading with Melissa, promising an immediate divorce upon Henry's return.
She replied: [Wait two more days, I'm not done having fun yet...]
Grandma hung on for another day, and we spent precious moments talking to her.
"Grandma, you've misunderstood. It was me that Henry kissed."
With cloudy eyes, Grandma reached out weakly. "Call Henry and ask him."
I stayed with my grandmother day and night because I was afraid she would pass away at any moment.
Today, Grandma didn't mention Henry. Instead, she gazed at me, tears streaming down her face. "Wendy, I'm sorry for you.
"Grandma understands," she whispered.
The tears that I had been holding back for so long burst out at this moment.
On the third day, Grandma passed away, still waiting for Henry's return.
Henry finally came back, and the first thing he said was, "I'm sorry, Wendy, my phone is broken."
I couldn't bear to hear his words. My expression remained numb as I thrust the divorce agreement towards him. "Sign it. We're getting divorced."
