I gave him a small nod, but my tone was indifferent as I replied, “It’s fine. Shirley is more important.”
Alfie’s brows knitted together, but before he could respond, I turned and walked away.
From behind me, I heard him call out.
“Clarissa, you’ve never been this passive-aggressive before. What’s going on with you lately?”
“Shirley is just a guest here,” he continued, trying to reason with me. “She has no family in this city. She needs someone to take care of her. That’s all there is to it.”
Yet, I didn’t turn back. I simply nodded.
He thought I couldn’t see anything. He thought I was blind in more ways than one.
But now that he had unknowingly signed both the divorce papers and my surgical consent form, I had no reason to keep pretending.
Two days later, I took the signed consent form and checked in for surgery.
Just before I lost consciousness on the operating table, I heard a commotion outside.
“You can’t just take my wife in there! What the hell are you doing?” Alfie’s voice was frantic.
