The Neighbor Claimed Me First
Language: en
My temperature was hovering at 103.6 degrees. I lay pinned beneath the heavy duvet, stripped of the strength to even lift my head from the sweat-dampened pillows. My newlywed husband, Theodore, stood in the doorway of our bedroom. His face was a mask of cold detachment as he informed me he was about to board a thirteen-hour flight to London to bring Melody back. He told me he had waited five years for that woman, and now, finally, the opportunity had arrived—she was getting a divorce and bringing her kids back to the States. He told me to be reasonable. To act my age. Just take some…