I watched in terror as a black SUV followed me with the speed I couldn't imagine and the next second my back was hit and I was thrown away.
I felt like all the bones in my body were crushed and perhaps this was it. However, what hurt me the most– The black SUV that hit me belonged to Julian, the very same car he went with Lesley.
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I stayed two whole weeks in the hospital, paralyzed and under coma. Never once did Julian call me or tried to inquire about me. Not even pretending to hide his intend.
When I opened my eyes in a government hospital, I was told to be left by some passersbys.
My trembling fingers found my phone on the bedside table. I powered it on, the sudden bright screen a cruel assault on my eyes.
The notifications flooded in, but one name dominated the screen: Lesley.
A cold knot formed in my stomach as I opened the messaging app. They weren't apologies, nor were they inquiries. They were a digital trail of my husband's betrayal, sent with deliberate, venomous intent.
[Hey! Guess where we are? The Art Gallery downtown! Julian said you always wanted to come here on your birthday, but we just couldn't wait.]