As she turned to leave, a nurse caught her arm.
"Your husband's severely anemic. You're not going with him?"
Eve's expression was frantic. She glanced at me, my face white as a sheet, and pulled her arm free.
"Someone else needs me. He's got you people. That's enough."
"Besides, he's probably faking it. I'm not forgiving him until he apologizes."
She hailed a cab and vanished into the night.
One of the male orderlies watched her go, then looked down at me with a sigh.
"If that were my wife, I'd have filed for divorce a long time ago."
By the time I woke up in the hospital, Gabriel had posted on social media again.
This time he was showing off a watch worth a million dollars.
The caption read: "Thank you to my generous boss lady for this gift. I'll repay you with every ounce of energy I have, every single day."
The comments underneath were a parade of sycophants.
"Only Gabriel could get this kind of attention from Ms. Pruitt!"
"Gabriel, when are you going to replace the husband so we can all come to the wedding?"
There were plenty more where those came from.
My expression didn't change. I closed the app.
A message from one of my people came through: a file. Eve's complete affair timeline.