"You're sick. You should be in the hospital. What the hell are you doing here causing a scene?"
I kept my chin raised, my fingers twisting the hem of my hospital gown without my permission, the pain inside me flooding past every wall I had left.
"I'm sick, and you're here throwing her a party. Making people bow to her like she's your wife!"
"Kenneth, what am I to you?"
His eyes went cold, several degrees past indifference. "Didn't I send someone to watch you?"
"I'm not a doctor. What good would sitting there do?"
A low buzzing filled my skull, and I dropped my head.
Eleanor was afraid to go to her prenatal checkup alone, so he canceled our marriage registration to be there for her.
I was burning with fever, and he said there was no point in staying.
The man who once swore he'd die for me had rotted through to the bone.
Nobody in the room dared to breathe, terrified of catching the crossfire.
"Fine."
"Kenneth, starting today."
"We go our separate ways. We're done."
I hurled the teacup in my hand. Porcelain shattered across the floor.
"Ah!"
"It hurts..."
Eleanor clutched her shin, her face crumpling into a pitiful mask as she looked up at Kenneth.