The night I saved him, these were in his hands. Even when he was on the verge of death, he smiled and said, “Love, these are the lucky dolls you painstakingly got two years ago. I found them again. One for you, one for me. That way, we’ll never be apart.”
Back then, those words moved me to tears.
Now, they were nothing but a cruel joke.
Clarissa's POV
I could no longer tell if Alfie loved me or not.
If he didn’t love me, why would he risk his life to retrieve those dolls for me? But if he did, why would he let Shirley walk all over me?
Outside, the sharp sound of shattering glass broke through the silence. Then came the muffled sounds of Shirley pulling him in again. Seeking excitement, she had no shame—they were getting intimate right outside the door.
Alfie’s voice was low, a weak attempt to stop her. “Don’t mess around. Clarissa is still inside.”
But any hesitation quickly melted under Shirley’s touch. A door clicked shut and he never came back.
I tossed the dolls into the trash.
That was it. That was me severing my marriage with my own hands.
That night, I didn't sleep.