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Chapter 4\u00a0<\/p>\n
I realized I was trapped by Bryant\u2019s side now. Wherever he went, I had to follow.\u00a0<\/p>\n
So ironic. I felt a bit helpless.\u00a0<\/p>\n
When I loved him, I couldn\u2019t see him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Now that I didn\u2019t, I was stuck to him like a shadow.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I followed him into the car. He seemed agitated, flooring the accelerator, speeding down the road.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I watched him, puzzled. What was he so agitated about?\u00a0<\/p>\n
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\u2019t he happy?\u00a0<\/p>\n
Suddenly, his phone rang. I saw the name flashing on the screen: \u201cCori\u201d.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I remembered once, accidentally seeing his contact name for me: \u201cMarjorie\u201d.\u00a0<\/p>\n
How pathetic.\u00a0<\/p>\n
We were a legally married couple, yet his contact name for me was so distant.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Why didn\u2019t I see it when I was alive? The closeness and distance between us were already crystal clear.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Bryant answered the phone gently. \u201cCori\u2026\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
The car ahead suddenly stopped, but Bryant hadn\u2019t slowed down. He crashed right into it.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The loud bang startled Corinne on the other end of the phone.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cBryant? What happened?\u201d Her voice was soft and delicate. Anyone hearing it would wanna protect her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Bryant, holding his bleeding forehead, let out a light laugh. \u201cIt\u2019s nothing, Cori. It\u2019s just some fireworks over here.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
After hanging up, he opened his WhatsApp and sent a message to me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cStop acting. Come to the hospital. I\u2019ve been in a car accident.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
When I followed Bryant to the hospital, his finger hovered over our chat window.\u00a0<\/p>\n
1, of course, hadn\u2019t replied.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Frowning, he scrolled up and down through our chat history.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Most of the messages were from me: asking if he\u2019d be home for dinner, asking if he was coming back, and all the trivial daily things.\u00a0<\/p>\n
His replies were mostly just: \u201cGot it.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
But there wasn\u2019t a single instance where he messaged me, and I didn\u2019t reply.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He immediately called home. \u201cHas she returned?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
The answer came quickly. \u201cMr. Whitney, Mrs. Whitney hasn\u2019t\u2026\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Before the person could finish, he angrily hung up.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He clutched his phone tightly, as if it were me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cMr. Whitney, your injuries aren\u2019t serious. You can head home after we bandage you,\u201d the doctor told him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Bryant listened distractedly, checking his phone every few seconds.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Suddenly, a notification sound chimed.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He immediately flipped his phone over and opened it eagerly.\u00a0<\/p>\n
However, it was a WhatsApp message from Corinne, asking when he\u2019d be done and if he had time to go dress shopping with her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
After reading it, Bryant didn\u2019t rush to reply. Instead, he switched back to my chat window, carefully scrolling again.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He seemed to be waiting for my reply.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Now that was rare.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Bryant, the boss of a company, was actually waiting for a message.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I thought, \u201cBryant, is this the first time you\u2019ve anxiously waited for a message?\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou probably never knew this is how I felt all those days you didn\u2019t reply-anxious, disappointed, briefly hopeful, then disappointed again.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cDoes this feeling bother you?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Joseph King is an editor and storyteller who ensures every chapter is clear, polished, and engaging for readers.<\/p>\n
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