I stand there, my body rigid, staring at Sara. There was a time when looking at her made my world stop. I used to lose myself in her gaze, convinced she was my forever. Now? All I see is a desperate girl crying for help.
The longer I remain silent, the more uncomfortable Sara gets. I can see her shifting on the bed, her eyes darting to the door, then back to me. Maybe she expected me to shout, lose control, play the part of the ex-husband who still cares enough to fight for her. But that man died the day she betrayed me.
Finally, I speak. "I’ll tell you what’s going to happen,” I say. “I’ll pay your hospital bills because that’s who I am. I’m generous to the less privileged. After that, I never want to see your face again."
Her eyes widen. For a second, genuine surprise flashes across h
