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

realized it was Devin. She cleared her throat and said,

you catch a cold? Did you go

headache. She frowned as

glass of water,

felt better once she had some water in her system. She ordered porridge and medicine online and leaned back on the sofa, watching the

rang, she thought it was the

to see that it was

hand to feel her forehead. Becky was slow to react and couldn’t avoid the

under his palm was so hot,

at her and said, “You’re looking at

senses and looked away. She took a step back and said, “I caught a cold. If there’s something you want to talk about, let’s do

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

and she watched as he easily pushed the door open and walked in. He darted a glance

had barely finished speaking when a knock sounded on the