In Death, You Finally Learned to Love Me
On the fifth year of our hidden marriage, I died on the operating table of a hospital belonging to Allen Jones.
Before I died, I called him ninety-nine times, begging for help.
The last time, he finally answered. His voice was heavy with impatience.
"Enough already. First, it's pregnancy, now it's liver cancer. Can you stop making a scene? I'm exhausted from work.
"Mia, when did you learn to lie? Do you know how disgusting you are right now?
"I'm warning you—if you keep this up, I'll divorce you. Don't even think about coming back home until you admit you're wrong."
But this time, I could never go back.
Just before the call ended, I heard him comforting Sadie with a gentleness he had never shown me.
"Don't be afraid. The surgery will be over soon, and you'll be fine. Once you're out, I'll take you to see your favorite movie and eat at your favorite restaurant. I promised you, and I'll make it all come true."
After he hung up, I called him for the hundredth time. He didn't answer.
Later, when Allen saw my body on the operating table, he broke down completely.
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