I raised my hand. “William’s mom had said this millions of times. You can’t hurt me.”
Abril blinked. “You don’t want a divorce, do you?”
If it was before, I would have wanted to win William back.
No one could deny seven years of unconditional giving.
William and I spent those years together. No one could replace me.
Unfortunately, over the past few years, Tyshawn and Helen kept urging us to have babies. It gradually wore our love out.
I shook my head. “I’m fine with divorce as long as we finish dividing the property.”
Abril looked away. “Don’t worry about it. William wants nothing. What he wants is only me.”
I didn’t deny it. But time would tell us the truth.
“Anyway, once it’s all taken care of, we’ll do the paperwork. At that time, stop pestering me.”
I suddenly felt tired. “Or else let William talk to me.”
Abril looked flustered. It seemed that William didn’t know she had come to see me.
Just then her phone rang. Abril panicked. She picked up the phone and headed out the door.
“Honey, I’m out shopping. You don’t have to accompany me. I’m okay…”
I felt frustrated.
Vivian came and sat down where Abril had just sat. “She’s a pregnant woman. How could she be so vicious? Ask you to divorce William?”
I lifted one hand. “Never mind.”
What I cared about the most was getting well. I didn’t want to waste my time on William or Abril.
Vivian became grim. Suddenly she said, “Why is there a phone?”
I straightened up a little. “It’s Abril’s, I think. She just left. She probably has two phones.”
At this time, the screen of the phone lit up. When Vivian looked at it, her eyes opened widely.
She knew Abril’s birthday and unlocked her phone.
“Vivian, that’s not good, is it?”
After unlocking it, Vivian took pictures of the phone screen.
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She then showed it to me. I stared incredulously too.
We handed the phone over to the front desk and left the cafe. We quickly went back to Vivian’s house.
Life was full of dramas. That was damn true.
The next day, Vivian accompanied me to the hospital.
The results of the consultation came out. And the best way to cure my disease was to have brain surgery.
The location of the nidus was tricky. So the risk of failure was high.
Even if I survived the surgery. There was a chance of me having a mental illness.
“How long will I live if I don’t have the surgery?”
The doctor looked at me and then at Vivian.
“Six months or so, if you are lucky.
“But a tumor pressing on a nerve can lead to sensory loss, limited movement, and even memory loss.
“So I suggest you have surgery as soon as possible so that we can determine whether the tumor is benign or not. Thus we can prepare for future chemotherapy.”
I smiled bitterly. “I’ll get prepared soon. But I need to deal with family matters first.”
What happened tomorrow, no one could know.
Maybe I would wake up and forget all about it.
I may forget that the love of my life cheated on me, forget that he took his mistress for a maternity checkup.
I may forget their intimacy, forget that same bracelet Abril and I had.
I may forget the pain of losing my babies, forget about…
I may forget about my parents, forget about Vivian.
I may even become so mad that I didn’t realize I forgot about it.
About what happened tomorrow, who knew?
