“Forget it. If Sabrina doesn’t want to cook, then she doesn’t have to. Let’s just eat out.”
She tilted her head at me, still pretending innocence, and added, “Honestly, Sabrina, Phyll and I are just like ironclad friends. We’ve been bathing together and scrubbing each other’s backs since we were kids. It has become a habit for us. Nothing else. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have been the one to give him a child.”
Then she tugged on Phyll’s sleeve. “Come on, let’s go. Give her time to cool down. I heard women get all loose after childbirth, and when their emotions run high, they might even wet themselves. Don’t make her any angrier.”
She smirked and added loudly enough for everyone to hear, “If she ends up peeing her pants again, how can I even get to eat? I don’t wanna starve tonight!”
The room erupted in laughter as everyone crowded around Phyll and Barbara, ushering them out the door.
I must’ve been more upset than I realized, because not long after, a sharp pain stabbed my chest and a fever swept over me.
Soon, my phone rang, and it was Phyll. His tone was softer now, maybe because he remembered I hadn’t eaten yet.
“Babe, what do you feel like eating? I’ll bring something back for you later.”
I gritted my teeth against the pain and answered weakly, “I think I’ve got mastitis. Could you take me to the hospital? Or at least come home to watch the baby so I can go myself—”
But before I could finish, his temper snapped.
“Sabrina, will you quit it already? Barbara lost her appetite thanks to you. I had to feed her myself just so she’d eat a few bites. And now you’re faking sick just to trick me into coming home?”
His voice even grew colder as he added, “You, married women, are all the same—paranoid and suspicious. What, just because I’ve got a wife, I’m supposed to give up my friends? If Barbara and I really wanted something more, do you think you’d even matter? You’re ridiculous.”
And with that, he hung up on me.
I let out a bitter laugh and was about to call an ambulance when my phone rang again. This time, it was my brother, sounding cheerful.
“Sabrina, guess what? I’ll be back in the country tomorrow. Surprise! How are things with you and Phyll?”
I caught a glimpse of my pale reflection in the window. Before everything went black, I whispered, “Scott… I want a divorce.”
When I opened my eyes again, I was in a hospital.