Divorce Has Never Felt This Good

Becky didn’t like reminiscing. This dream made her feel as if being cut off from the outside world for ages.

The curtains were still drawn, and the room was dark. She wiped the sweat off her forehead, got up, and changed her clothes before parting the curtains.

It was after eleven in the morning. The sun was shining bright.

Becky stood at the French windows for a long time before she turned and went into the bathroom to wash her face and brush her teeth.

She trembled as she splashed cold water on her face.

It was then she realized that she had a fever and that washing her face with cold water wasn’t good for her in her present condition.

Becky looked in the mirror and found her pale, gaunt reflection looking back at her. She was really sick.

Her phone began to vibrate. She collected her thoughts before answering it. “Hello?”

“Are you okay?”

as he heard the hoarseness in her

until Becky heard him that she realized it was Devin. She cleared her

answer her question but asked instead, “Did you catch a cold?

gave Becky a headache. She frowned as

water,

water in her system. She ordered porridge and medicine online and

it

surprised to see that

raised a hand to feel her forehead. Becky was slow to react

was so hot, he could

at me so intently. Aren’t you afraid

a step back and said, “I caught a cold. If there’s something you want to talk about,

I come to you if I have nothing else to do? Why aren’t you

and walked in. He darted a glance at her, smiling as he said, “Get changed. I’ll take you to the

barely finished speaking when