How is Rosie doing today?”
I couldn’t listen to what Dr. Fisher said next. My body was numb as I stumbled to leave the scene hastily. I was already feeling
under the weather that day, and that was why I suddenly came to visit the doctor.
Yoel told me he was busy that day, so I didn’t want to disturb him. I was surprised to find out that he was actually accompanying
Rosa as she came for an examination.
After I returned home, I pulled out the portrait that I drew for Remy’s birthday. Then, tears rolled down my face uncontrollably.
Suddenly, I received a message on my phone. When I noticed it was from Yoel, I didn’t even bother checking it out.
Instead, I just cried in a daze for a long time until he came home. He even had an exquisite–looking box in his hand.
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“When I was having dinner with Mr. Smith today, I asked the chef to prepare a cake for you. They laughed at me and said I was hopelessly in love.”
I had always been touched by gestures like this in the past. However, I realized that day that everything he said and did was a lie. Rosa posted a picture on her social media an hour ago. She was having fine wine while looking at the night view on the top floor of
the hotel where Yoel said he was.
Yoel noticed I didn’t accept the gift and rush into his embrace like before. So, he bent down to kiss me on my lips.
His gentle actions made me fall in love repeatedly in the past. However, I could taste the red wine in his mouth this time, and I
was in pain and disgusted.
After I pushed him away, he finally noticed the portrait I was holding in my arms. A weird look appeared on his face for a split
second before he returned to his usual self.
“Why did you take that out again? Didn’t I tell you not to look at it anymore? You’re going to break my heart if you fall sick again
out of depression.”
Yoel would always say that whenever I missed Remy. I kept thinking that he was worried about my health. So, after a long time, I
locked up all of Remy’s belongings in a box.
In hindsight, it was all so ridiculous. The man I grew up with and loved so much was the man who killed my own son.
“I know how much you love children, Felicity. I think it’s time for us to have another one.”
He had drunk a lot that night, and he looked like he was slightly in a daze when he looked at me. Then, he hugged me from behind
and intimately kissed the back of my ear over and over again.
I pushed him away by force and rushed into the bathroom, knocking into everything in my path.
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