“You can go. I’ll be staying with Victor.”
My hand trembled violently. Hearing her affectionate address to my man brought my blood to boil.
“I'm not going anywhere. My husband is unconscious and if there's anything you need to discuss with him, you can wait until he wakes up. But if it's really urgent, you can tell me and I'll pass it on." I clenched my fists, trying my best to sound calm.
"Your husband? Who do you think you are?” She scoffed and rolled her eyes.
“Victor and I held a wedding. We have been married for three years. What’s wrong with me calling the man I marry ‘my husband’?”
Rosemarie shrieked, “Are you not getting a divorced?”
I looked at her more indifferently, “Divorced? What are you talking about? Why would I want to divorce my husband?”
Then I took out my marriage certificate and handed it to her. She took it and her eyes widened in disbelief. Victor was awake. I know because his voice started to fill my head.
“What is this ugly old hag doing here? I worked so hard to fix the plot deviation and finally the system sent her abroad. Why did she suddenly come back? There are only seven days left. What if I knock her out; will the system allow it?”