Moon-Cursed Princess by Mark Twain 9
Chapter 9
Bryant half-knelt on the floor, tears falling one after another onto my white shroud.
He began talking to himself, “Actually, the time you saved me wasn’t the first time I saw you.
“The first time was at a school lecture. You were the student
representative, giving a speech.
“From that day on, I started noticing you. They said your family was poor, so I bought that apartment and rented it to you. Later, when my asthma hit, you saved me and took me back to that place.
“I thought you were different from us, like a sunflower. No matter how hard life got, you’d just keep living.
“Back then, I truly wanted to call off my engagement with Corinne and spend the rest of my life with you.
“But when you stood at Francine’s funeral, holding that paternity test
result…”
Bryant suddenly stopped.
A long moment later, his voice choked as he continued, “I felt deceived. The sunflower in my heart was actually like a bug from the gutter… It made me feel … sick!”
Yes. Sick.
That was why, after our marriage, he constantly made long-distance
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calls to Corinne, even flew over for her birthday, then threw his shirt with lipstick stains at me to wash.
That was why, every drunken night, he held me but kept calling Corinne’s name. Then the next morning, sober, he’d tell me, “If I hadn’t mistaken you for Cori, I wouldn’t have touched you.”
That was why, when the kidnappers threatened him with my life, he chose to let me die and, at the same time, placed our wedding ring around Corinne’s neck.
He covered his face with his hands, but tears streamed violently through his fingers. “Only today do I realize that the sick one is me.
“I pushed you into the abyss, again and again, when you loved me
most…
“But I… I promised… I promised to give you a home.
Yes, Bryant promised to give me a home.
That was why I endured his disgust, his humiliation, telling myself over and over that he just couldn’t accept Corinne being replaced, and it would get better in the future.
“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry, Marjorie. Wake up, please!
“Give me a chance to make it up to you, okay?
“Marjorie, wake up. Please wake up!
“Jorie, say something to me, please!
“Honey…
He called my name over and over in the morgue. But he would never
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get an answer.
He went from kneeling on one knee to kneeling fully on both.
His eyes were vacant, but he kept calling my name, as if we had once been so deeply in love.
I watched the grief in his eyes.
How I wished he would lift the shroud and look at my body. I wanted him to see the bright eyes he once praised were now just two empty sockets.
If he saw them, would he still act like a devoted husband so shamelessly?
Eventually, the white sheet covering me was finally lifted.
Bryant stayed with my body in the morgue for three days and nights. He didn’t eat or sleep, just kept calling my name until his throat bled. But still, he wouldn’t stop.
Just like when I begged him to save me, I’d cried until my throat bled
too.
I said in my heart, “So you see, Bryant, fate is fair.
“I never got your rescue back then.
“And now, you’ll never have me back.”
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