Even the giant wedding photo on the wall had been replaced with one of Willy and Elena.
I was supposed to be the mistress of this home, yet I felt like an unwelcome intruder.
A fire ignited in my chest, burning so fiercely that I couldn’t stop myself from trembling.
My stomach was completely empty, leaving me dry-heaving. My face was damp, though I couldn’t tell if it was from cold sweat or tears.
It was a long while before Willy and Elena finally emerged from the bathroom.
Willy only noticed me slumped beside the toilet when he entered the bedroom to grab his pajamas.
"Honey, what's wrong? Is your stomach bothering you?"
His face was filled with worry, his concern seemingly genuine.
Just moments ago, he had been intimate with another woman, yet now he could seamlessly return to playing the role of a gentle and caring husband.
His acting skills were truly remarkable.
"Maybe I ate something that wasn’t clean. I’ll feel better once I throw up," I said weakly.
I tried to stand, but Willy rushed over to help me. I subtly sidestepped, avoiding his touch.
He had just been with another woman and I couldn’t bear to have him near me.
"Honey, are you sure you're okay? Do you want to go to the hospital?"