Chapter 3
Mom eventually found out about Arthur and me.
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She cried until her eyes were swollen, begging me not to divorce.
She said Arthur worked so hard to succeed, I shouldn’t let someone else reap the benefits.
She wasn’t wrong.
But once the thought of divorce took root, it grew like wild vines, unstoppable.
On the afternoon of September 7th, Arthur came to the hospital with lots of gifts.
He smiled and said these were all my favorite foods.
He asked if I missed him.
The faint scent of rose perfume lingered around him.
I stared at him, wanting to say something, but my throat felt blocked, and I couldn’t get the words out.
He’s always been insensitive to my emotions.
Seeing I ignored him, he said he’d take me on a trip once I recovered.
After that, he took out his laptop and started working intently.
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In the ward, the sound of his typing echoed.
Each keystroke felt like a needle in my heart.
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I had eight stitches from the C–section, and needed medication regularly.
Mom asked him to help disinfect and apply the medicine.
He didn’t dare look at my wound, let alone at me.
With red–rimmed eyes, he apologized, saying he had a childhood trauma with blood and stitched wounds.
He was brave enough to donate a kidney, but in front of me, he turned into a coward.
These days, I’ve been using a catheter to pee.
The nurse removed the catheter in the morning, but by the afternoon, I couldn’t pee at all.
My belly swelled painfully, and tears streamed down my face. I wished I could just die to escape the pain.
The nurse suggested Arthur spread his legs with a bedpan underneath, and I sit on his lap to pee.
This way, my abdominal wound wouldn’t be pressed.
He hesitated for a moment before walking towards me.
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He helped me up very carefully.
He wasn’t afraid of hurting me with his movements.
He just didn’t want too much contact with me.
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4 wobbled and almost fell. Instinctively, I reached for his waist.
He took a step back.
We both froze.
He looked embarrassed, his lips moved, but he said nothing in the end.
My mom couldn’t stand it anymore. She patted her leg and told me to sit on her lap.
My belly hurt so much that I didn’t care about the embarrassment and sat down.
After peeing, I realized I had peed on my mom’s leg.
I felt a bit awkward.
“I’m sorry Mom, I peed on your leg.”
Arthur, who had a severe cleanliness obsession, instinctively
frowned and turned away.
But my mom didn’t mind.
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“It’s okay. You did this when you
I almost burst into tears.
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