Quinn and I had our stitches removed a week later. We were then discharged from the hospital and went straight home.
+20 BONUS
Quinn and I lived directly across from each other. When we got married, we bought apartments in the same building so we could easily visit each other. As we had grown up together, neither of us could imagine life without the other.
When I opened the door, I found the place in complete disarray. There was barely a place for me to step on.
It wasn’t surprising. Ever since I married Chuck, the housework had been mostly done by the housekeeper and me.
Chuck treated our home like a hotel. He would come home, throw his clothes around, shower, and sleep. The next morning, he
would grab a clean outfit from the wardrobe.
Forget cleaning the apartment, he didn’t even know where to pay the electricity bill.
As I opened the door, Chuck was on the couch, smoking. When he turned his head and saw me, a smug look flickered in his eyes. It
was as if he was certain of his victory.
“Scarlett, I know you don’t really want to divorce me,” he said. “Let’s just move past this, okay?”
Chuck rarely yielded. It was only because we were alone in our home that he was willing to do so now.
