I gripped the sheets, holding back the pain in my body and heart.
"Just wait , Dylan. Wait, Alexa. Do you really think I've lost? No, I will to make you kneel before me!" I muttered as I watched them leave.
It had been two days since Dylan last visited me, no word and no message. Only loneliness kept me company.
This hospital room felt increasingly cramped, as if it were swallowing me alive. I missed his embrace and his voice.
As I cried silently, the nurse came in with surprising news. "You can go home," she said.
I was stunned. "Why? Isn't my condition getting worse?" I asked.
"It's your husband's order," she replied hesitantly.
With a heart full of questions, I went home. However, at home, another surprise awaited me.
Alexa, the woman, stood in the living room with a sweet smile.
"Why are you here, Alexa?" I asked, trying to remain calm.
"I'm working with Mr. Dylan," Alexa replied, smiling confidently.
Just then, Dylan appeared."Yes, l was at work. I'm sorry I couldn't pick you up. My infection is getting worse," he said quietly.
I tried to contain my anger.
"Then how are you?" I asked, pretending to be oblivious.
"I'm fine," he said as usual.
As if everything was fine. As if I never existed.
Then, he uttered the words that crushed me. "From now on, Alexa will take care of you."
"No need, Dylan. I can take care of myself," I refused.
However, Dylan snapped at me. "You refuse my orders? You need to wake up, Gisella. You're already weak and can't do anything else!"
My hands were shaking. My eyes were hot.
"Dylan, I became weak because I gave you my kidney," my voice was almost inaudible.
Dylan chuckled sarcastically. "Why are you bringing it up? Forgot the favor I did for your family?"
I swallowed my bitterness. I hadn't forgotten. But did he forget that I gave him a piece of my life?
"I remember your help, so you should remember mine," I said irritably.
"Sorry to interrupt, can any of you take me to the bathroom?" Alexa said suddenly.
Dylan immediately turned his head. "I'll walk you."
Without hesitation, without turning to me. He walked away.
I froze, suspicion burning in my chest. I followed them. At that moment, I realized that something was even more painful than losing my kidney—losing my husband, who was still alive right in front of me.
The two of them walked into the bathroom together, and the voice rang out.
"Dylan, don't be so hasty!" said Alexa.