“Madeline, I’m done with my shower. I really can’t stand Evelyn’s fat body anymore. She’s so unattractive. I’ve lost all interest in her.”
My stomach twisted as I heard him mock me so casually. I gritted my teeth and demanded, “Put Oscar on the phone right now!”
Oscar finally spoke, but his tone was full of irritation, “What do you want, Evelyn? I just got out of the shower and I don’t have time for this. Why don’t you call a locksmith and deal with it yourself?”
The words hit me like a slap.
My voice shook with anger as I responded, “Oscar, how dare you-”
But before I could finish, he hung up.
That night, I lay in bed, unable to sleep. My heart felt like it was being stabbed a thousand times. I finally realized that I meant nothing to him anymore if I ever had.
The next morning, I was jolted awake by loud, impatient knocking at the door.
“Evelyn, open the door!” Oscar shouted.
“Stop sleeping like a dead pig!”
Groggy and annoyed, I opened the door to find him standing there, looking annoyed. His eyes barely glanced at me, let alone my swollen belly, even though I was due to give birth soon. It was clear that all he cared about was getting what he came for.