We Will Not Weather the Storm Together
Language: en
My husband was on his way to the attorney's office with his mistress to finalize our divorce when a car crash turned him into a vegetable. Now, in the sterile hospital room, his mistress was sobbing over his bed, playing the role of the devoted wife far better than I ever did. I scoffed under my breath. "Serves you right." Shut up! I stared at my comatose husband in absolute shock. I could actually hear his inner thoughts. A chill crawled up my spine. Terrified, I instinctively shrank back, bumping right into the chest of the tall, broad-shouldered man standing behind me.