Dr. Robertson had been my psychologist for the past six months. The first time I went to his office, I was so far gone that I could barely string a sentence together. He sat with me in silence for hours, then drove me home. At that time, Jack was leaving in a mission for almost half a year. I was alone, like an island about to be swallowed by the sea.
I didn’t dare burden him with my struggles. However, when faced with the choice between life and death, I chose not to break his heart.
I was afraid he would come home from his mission and find my cold, lifeless body. I wasn’t afraid to die. It was just I was afraid of making Jack sad.
How pathetic was that, right?
Up until yesterday, I had thought that even if Jack was tired of me and having an affair with Ivy, he would still mourn my death.
However, that was a pipe dream. He told his friend that he feared I would hang myself at home.
It was at that time I realized that no one in this world really cared about me.
However, that was fine too. I could leave this world without any guilt.
"Dr. Robertson, I think we’ll need to end our consultation sessions a little early," I said as I set down my spoon and pulled a diagnosis report from my coat pocket.
"The cakes are probably delicious, but I can’t really taste them anymore. I’m sorry for wasting your kindness."
Dr. Robertson's expression froze for a moment, then his head snapped up to look at me.
"Have you gone for a second opinion? Maybe it’s a misdiagnosis. I know some specialists, that can help you. I can take you right now!" He started to stand up.
"It’s not a misdiagnosis," I said firmly and reached my hand across the table to stop him.
After talking for a while, I managed to make him sit down again.
We sat in silence for a while until a familiar voice broke the tension.
"Lucy, what are you doing here?"
I looked up only to Jack, who was glaring at me and Dr. Robertson.
"So, this is why you want a divorce. You’ve already found someone else," he sneered. "Well, I won’t grant it. Forget about the divorce!"
Fury surged through me. I stood up abruptly and grabbed his collar.
"Jack, look behind you. Who’s flaunting their affair for everyone to see?"
I pointed at Ivy, who stood awkwardly in the background. My hands were trembling uncontrollably.
"You’re out of line, Lucy! There’s nothing between me and Ivy!" Jack snapped as if I were the one causing trouble.