Day after day, I fell deeply in love with him.

Unexpectedly, there was a thorn hidden in his tenderness.

I struggled down the mountain, trembling. I felt very uncomfortable, both hot and chilled at the same time.

My stomach was churning, my head spinning. The rain stopped, but the gust didn't.

Maurice drove the car away, so I could only take a cab to the hospital.

At the busy hospital in the early morning, I didn't get a bed, so I was temporarily arranged to receive an infusion in the lobby.

I took off my wet and cold clothes and changed into a hospital gown.

Looking at people come and go, bitterness arose in my heart.

Tears welled up in my eyes, unwilling to fall, blurring my vision.

Suddenly, a figure flashed past the door of the emergency room. It looked familiar.

It was Maurice.

He couldn't know I was in the hospital, so who was he accompanying to the hospital?

5

Catching up with him, I called out to him. "Maurice, why are you here?"

He turned around, looked at me, and glanced at my hand, which had been put on an IV.

"Ree, what happened to you?"

He asked, raising his hand to hold mine.

But I dodged.

I didn't reply to him and only glanced down at the medical record in his hand.

"Patient: Tina Roberts, 23 years old.

"Reason for admission: Knife cut on wrist."

...

Unconcealable panic flickered in his eyes.

"Ree, listen to me. I can explain it..."

He intended to grab my shoulders, but before he could touch me, he was interrupted by a female voice.

"Maury, are you going to leave me alone?"

She looked vulnerable standing there.

Maurice should have explained the relationship between them.

But he just stood before me, neither moving nor speaking.

I was sensible enough to understand.

I could guess what was going on between them when he left in a hurry after that call.

"There's nothing between me and Maury. He's just worried about me.

"Are you Maury's girlfriend?"

Girlfriend? He and I had been married for five years. I couldn't believe he told this girl in front of us that I was his girlfriend instead of his wife. So, what I suspected was an undeniable fact.

Her pitiful expression and her tactful strategy told me that she seemed to be well prepared.

"Ree, don't blame her. It's all my fault..."

"Who is she?"

Maurice did not respond to me, nor did he answer the girl's question about who I was.

I gritted my teeth to hold back the anger in my heart.

I turned around and left without saying anything.