Moon-Cursed Princess by Mark Twain 4

Chapter 4

I realized I was trapped by Bryant’s side now. Wherever he went, I had to follow.

So ironic. I felt a bit helpless.

When I loved him, I couldn’t see him.

Now that I didn’t, I was stuck to him like a shadow.

I followed him into the car. He seemed agitated, flooring the accelerator, speeding down the road.

I watched him, puzzled. What was he so agitated about?

I used to wait for him to come home all the time. Now that I was finally dead, no one would nag him to come home anymore. Why wasn’t he happy?

Suddenly, his phone rang. I saw the name flashing on the screen: “Cori”.

I remembered once, accidentally seeing his contact name for me: “Marjorie”.

How pathetic.

We were a legally married couple, yet his contact name for me was so distant.

Why didn’t I see it when I was alive? The closeness and distance between us were already crystal clear.

Bryant answered the phone gently. “Cori…”

The car ahead suddenly stopped, but Bryant hadn’t slowed down. He crashed right into it.

The loud bang startled Corinne on the other end of the phone.

“Bryant? What happened?” Her voice was soft and delicate. Anyone hearing it would wanna protect her.

Bryant, holding his bleeding forehead, let out a light laugh. “It’s nothing, Cori. It’s just some fireworks over here.”

After hanging up, he opened his WhatsApp and sent a message to me.

“Stop acting. Come to the hospital. I’ve been in a car accident.”

When I followed Bryant to the hospital, his finger hovered over our chat window.

1, of course, hadn’t replied.

Frowning, he scrolled up and down through our chat history.

Most of the messages were from me: asking if he’d be home for dinner, asking if he was coming back, and all the trivial daily things.

His replies were mostly just: “Got it.”

But there wasn’t a single instance where he messaged me, and I didn’t reply.

He immediately called home. “Has she returned?”

The answer came quickly. “Mr. Whitney, Mrs. Whitney hasn’t…”

Before the person could finish, he angrily hung up.

He clutched his phone tightly, as if it were me.

“Mr. Whitney, your injuries aren’t serious. You can head home after we bandage you,” the doctor told him.

Bryant listened distractedly, checking his phone every few seconds.

Suddenly, a notification sound chimed.

He immediately flipped his phone over and opened it eagerly.

However, it was a WhatsApp message from Corinne, asking when he’d be done and if he had time to go dress shopping with her.

After reading it, Bryant didn’t rush to reply. Instead, he switched back to my chat window, carefully scrolling again.

He seemed to be waiting for my reply.

Now that was rare.

Bryant, the boss of a company, was actually waiting for a message.

I thought, “Bryant, is this the first time you’ve anxiously waited for a message?

“You probably never knew this is how I felt all those days you didn’t reply-anxious, disappointed, briefly hopeful, then disappointed again.

“Does this feeling bother you?”

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