He nervously ran up to the second floor. The sight of the empty bedroom gave him a huge shock.
Filled with disbelief, he rummaged through every corner of the bedroom but could not find my belongings–not even a strand–of
my hair.
“Mel, where are you? Don’t play a joke on me!”
In a trembling voice, he called out to me multiple times. As he stumbled down the stairs, he was drawn to the papers resting on
the coffee table.
His gaze rested on the title of the document- a divorce agreement–and traveled to his signature on the lower left.
–
A bomb seemed to have gone off in his mind.
“That’s impossible! I’d never divorce Mel!”
He suddenly recalled the document I made him sign at the hospital. That was when he realized he had been played.
He dialed my number, but no one picked up. He couldn’t believe that I’d divorce him without him knowing.
The burnt smell led him to the backyard, where our wedding photos lay in smoldering ruins. Among the ashes, a single unscorched fragment remained–one of my bright, unblinking eyes staring back at him.
He fell to the ground helplessly. His chest rose and fell violently from his heavy breathing.
Hansel called his assistant, who immediately shared with him my recent schedule and flight information.
He decided to book the next flight to Blumland on the spot.
Before boarding his flight, he dropped by the hospital and barged into the director’s office to confront Colin.
“Where’s Melissa Colby? Where did she go? What was the conversation about seeking treatment abroad?”
Colin leisurely took a sip of water before explaining, “We weren’t talking about you. Melissa is the patient who will be receiving
treatment abroad.”
Colin handed over my thick file of patient records. Hansel felt like he had been struck by lightning. His voice began to tremble.
“T–That’s impossible. How could Mel have depression? She looked happy every day…”
I had happily told him stories and made him breakfast. I wore a bright smile every day.
Hansel flung my patient records onto the floor.
He snapped, “Tell me, where is she now? Does she think faking her illness will work? She won’t get my attention, even if she
leaves
home!”
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