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?”

her. He frowned as he heard the hoarseness in

that she realized it was Devin. She cleared her throat and said, “What’s

you catch a

Becky a headache. She frowned as she said a little impatiently, “I’m

of water, and settled down on

her system. She ordered porridge and medicine online and leaned back on the sofa, watching the clock tick

doorbell rang, she thought it was

to see

a smile. He raised a hand to

his palm was so hot, he could tell that she had

looked down at her and said, “You’re looking at

said, “I caught

hand and stopped her. “Can’t I come to you if I have nothing else to do? Why aren’t you going to the hospital, Becky? Are

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

speaking when a knock sounded on