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

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

you catch a

words gave Becky a headache. She frowned as she said a little impatiently,

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

her system. She ordered porridge

rang, she thought it was the takeout

to see

a smile. He raised a hand to

so hot, he could tell that she

her and said, “You’re looking at me so

She took a step back and said, “I

out a 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 you

open and walked in. He darted

finished speaking when