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?”

frowned as

she realized it was Devin. She

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

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

poured herself a glass of water, and settled down on the sofa

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

it was the takeout she

was surprised to see

raised a hand to feel her forehead. Becky was

was so hot, he could tell that

“You’re looking at me so intently. Aren’t you

took a step back and said, “I caught

the door, but Devin stretched out a hand and stopped her. “Can’t I come to you if

in. He darted

barely finished speaking when a knock sounded