After My Husband Asked for Remarriage

During my post-abortion checkup, Adrian once again made an excuse to suddenly leave. This had become a familiar occurrence, so I was used to it. I had to admit that I was stung with a sense of abandonment at first, but slowly, I no longer cared.

I took the medicine after the checkup and went back by myself. As I made my way home, I could not shake the feeling of loneliness that seemed to echo within me.

I opened Twitter once I arrived, and saw someone named Lovely One tagged Adrian in a post. It read, [Just had a sore throat, but he insisted on dragging me to the hospital and has been accompanying me since. After all this time, you're still the best!]

I did not bother to ask Adrian why he kept lying to me, nor did I lose my temper like I used to. Looking back, I should have felt betrayed and confronted him, but it just felt like another exhausting chore, another hurdle in a race I no longer cared to win.

Later, he took this Lovely One to the company's team building event, and I received intimate photos of them. Was I angry? No.

On a different occasion, I ran into him holding Lovely One's child on the street, looking like a family of three. I had to admit that I was surprised to find myself smiling calmly and said, "The child needs a father figure. You should spend more time with them, Adrian."

Adrian, however, grabbed me in a panic and asked anxiously, "Madeline, why don't you care at all?"

Part 1

I had a miscarriage because someone accidentally collided with me on my way home from work. Today was the second month after my abortion surgery, so Adrian accompanied me for a checkup.

I did not stop him as he left in a hurry after making an excuse. No longer did I cling to him, pleading for his company as I once did.

Watching Adrian's back as he slowly walked away, an unexpected wave of detachment washed over me. I suddenly realized that his presence or absence held little effect over my emotions. I did not seem to be that sad anymore when he was not around.

A nurse called my name, and I quietly accepted the test results before gathering my things and heading home. Not long after, I received a message from Adrian, which read, [Madeline, you can go home on your own, can't you? I still have things to do.]

In the past, I would have refused desperately and replied with something like, [But I need you to come get me.]

Now, it just felt pointless to do so. With a resigned acceptance, I simply typed, [Ok.]

I put away my phone and hailed a cab. As I settled into the backseat, a familiar sight caught my eyes. It was Adrian's car.

Well, that was odd. Why would he return to the hospital? Did he not he say he could not pick me up?

As soon as I got home, I saw Lovely One tagged Adrian in a post on Twitter, which read, [Just had a sore throat, but he insisted on dragging me to the hospital and has been accompanying me since. After all this time, you're still the best!]

Unsurprisingly, Sophie posted a photo in her WhatsApp status with the same exact words. A corner ...