Don't Call Me Back, Ex-husband!

han

ol, I headed to the hospital to get my resul

s talking about divorce. He said he'd only stayed this long for J

I unfolded it, my pulse hammering. M

tle over me. It was my la

red entering. He grabbed the paper from

" he asked, voice

t he raised it higher. With a sneer, he tore it in ha

I warned you, Bethany. It's

mbling. "Who is she, Fred? Wh

ay she knows how to make

slap. So it was true.

my voice barely

, Fred. A complet

expression hardening.

and this is what I get? I sh

, you'd be fighting to make this better, not whining about it. I've done

g down my face. "Fred, please. Do

don't need your stories. I need a new

ed when he added, "

ard across the face. He stood there,

-

r, exhausted from crying. My mind raced with desperate ideas, b

I grabbed it, hearing Jason's teac

been hit by a car, and your husband took hi

dropped. "Where

ital, the one near the

and ran out the door, dread churning in my stoma

xe Ho

waiting room for any sign of Fred or J

ng as if she were here for a di

ists clenched. "Where is m

barely meeting my

doctor now?" I snapp

me. Were you planning to disappear with him, t

o his chest. "Listen to me, Fred-if anything hap

we waited, each second more agonizing than the las

for organ donation. My heart stopped, and I staggered

e. I lunged forward, grabbing the doctor's coat. "

s head, his face so

st but the pain. I turned to Fred, my voice broken. "You did

ing, scratching, pouring my rage into every word. I wa

ed? Fine. You'll have it. But I swear, I will never forgive you.