William didn't say a word as I left.
He didn't even move, like he'd turned to stone.
The cramps in my lower abdomen became unbearable, so I went to the hospital.
The doctor said I was still very weak from the miscarriage and needed rest.
John came while I was getting an IV drip in bed.
The attending physician was his friend, no wonder he arrived so quickly.
The first thing he said was, "You look terrible."
The second, "Why isn't William with you?"
I forced a smile, "Don't you know who he's with?"
John frowned, opened his mouth, but said nothing.
John and I were close in college.
After dating William, we kept our distance to avoid misunderstandings, only saying hello occasionally.
I said, "John, you're attorney at law, please help me draft a divorce agreement."
He was surprised, "You want to divorce William?"
"That surprised, huh?"
I was too tired to beat around the bush, so I handed John a recorder from my bag.
I'd recorded everything Jessica said at the restaurant.
"In the past six months, William has spent a lot on that minx, even buying her an apartment. On top of divorcing, I'll sue to get my share back without loss."