- 13.
I didn’t expect Grant to ask such a stupid
question.
I pushed him away, coldly,
“Grant Caldwell, we were married for three
<
years. You hurt me, controlled me, didn’t treat
me like a human being–have you forgotten?
I haven’t forgotten! Everything replays like a
movie in my head. Grant, your current pain is
only satisfying to me!”
Grant’s forehead was sweating. He hugged
me less tightly, eventually collapsing.
Then I noticed something was wrong.
He was burned.
Before, even a slight frown would have
caught my eye.
Now, his back was bleeding profusely, and his
face was pale, and I didn’t notice.
Not loving someone really makes you dull.
I still took Grant to the hospital.
And found a caregiver for him.
When I left, he was waking up.
Seeing me leave, he struggled to get up and
chase me.
But his wounds tore open.
I watched his painful struggle without
emotion.
“Susan, please, don’t go… don’t go…”
The caregiver stopped him.
Г
Grant was frustrated, his forehead veins
bulging.
He reached for me, begging for my pity.
I looked away and left.
