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?”

worried voice greeted her. He frowned as he heard the hoarseness in her

Becky heard him that she realized it was Devin. She

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

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

then hung up, poured herself a 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 clock

thought it was

was surprised to see that it was Devin.

dreaming. It’s me,” Devin said with a smile. He raised a hand to feel her forehead. Becky was slow to react and couldn’t avoid the

hot, he could tell that she had

her and said, “You’re looking at me so intently. Aren’t you afraid of

to her senses and looked away. She took a step back and said, “I caught a cold.

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

in. He darted a glance at her, smiling

barely finished speaking when a