Without another glance in my direction, Caroline walked out of the house, Karl cradled in her arms. Five years of love—gone in an instant.
Blood began to trickle from the corner of my mouth as Carol’s parents drove me out of the house. Passersby took me to the emergency room, where I learned that my broken ribs were dangerously close to my heart.
Late that night, Caroline sent me a message. Her words were soft and apologetic.
“Victor, don’t think too much about what happened tonight. I know you didn’t mean it. Karl is my brother-in-law after all, and I can’t explain things to Doreen if you hurt him. Once Karl is out of danger, I’ll apologize to you in person, okay? Go to your favorite restaurant. Don’t be angry. My parents are just talking nonsense in their anger.”
So, she still remembered she had a home, didn’t she?
A bitter laugh escaped my lips. "Well, I'll wait for you to come back."
“Thank you for understanding, husband.”