I was truly sorry that it would not go as he wished. After all, the dead could not file for a divorce. He could only be a widower.
My mother–in–law, furious to the point of almost blacking out, was only kept from collapsing by Wilson’s support. Her hands trembled as she fished out the death certificate from her bag after several attempts. She slapped the thin paper onto his face.
“John, open your eyes wide and see. Your wife is dead!”
John took the death certificate in disbelief, flipping it over and over, nearly crushing the paper in his grip. With a look of skepticism, he said, “This has to be fake. If you want to deceive me, at least do it convincingly.”
Wilson, infuriated, grabbed his collar and dragged him toward the morgue. “You don’t believe it, huh? Let’s go. I’ll show you how terribly Sandra died!”
John, for once, did not resist and allowed himself to be dragged along. Just as they reached the entrance to the morgue, Tammy, who had been hiding in the corner, suddenly moaned.
“John, I think I’m having low blood sugar. I feel like I can’t breathe.”
With that, she collapsed on the floor, curling in pain. Her acting was so poor it was almost laughable.
However, John did not see through it. He broke free and ran to her in a panic. He held her in his arms, gently stroking her hair.
“Tammy, what’s wrong? Don’t scare me.”
A bitter smile tugged at the corners of my mouth. He did not even flinch at my death. Tammy only needed to frown, and it would make him worried sick. So, he did know how to feel nervous; it was just that he had never cared about me.
My mother–in–law, filled with rage, kicked him in the back. However, he did not react; he was too focused on Tammy.
“John, you’re hopeless. I hope you don’t regret this later!”
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Disappointed, my mother–in–law let Wilson support her as they left the hospital. Through it all, John never once looked up.
It was not until they left that Tammy slowly opened her eyes. She looked at John with innocent eyes, guilt etched across her face.
“I’m sorry. It’s because I haven’t had breakfast. Am I keeping you from going to find Sandra? “Don’t worry about me. Go and explain things to her; don’t let her misunderstand.”
John’s expression darkened. “Stop talking. What’s there to explain to that kind of woman?
“When you leave the hospital, I’ll go and find her. I see that she’s become spoiled and unruly because of me. This time, I must divorce her. I shouldn’t have agreed to marry her. I regret it now.”
Each word pierced my heart like a blade, leaving it shattered and bleeding.
‘John, I regret marrying you, too.
‘I shouldn’t have let myself fall for you if I had known you were this heartless.
‘There’s no chance of seeing you again in this life. I hope we’ll never meet again in our next lives.‘
