My Mother's Last Words Are to Set You FreeChapter 1 I Want to Divorce You
My mother, Elizabeth Parker, had a severe illness. My childhood friend, Benjamin Harris, wanted to become a doctor and vowed to cure Elizabeth's rheumatoid arthritis.
Later, I became Benjamin's wife. Benjamin became Elizabeth's attending physician.
But when Elizabeth had a heart attack in the hospital, she struggled to press the emergency bell all night. But Benjamin, who said he studied medicine for Elizabeth, didn't come.
When I arrived at the hospital with the croissant Elizabeth loved, her fingers clutching the call button were already stiff.
The following day, Benjamin came late. He was holding a nurse in his arms, Olivia Smith. Benjamin said to Olivia, "If your mother is ill in the future, I will be there whenever she calls. My purpose of studying medicine is to protect our families."
I took away all of Elizabeth's belongings and gave Benjamin a divorce agreement.
Benjamin and Olivia stopped me.
When I returned to the ward and dealt with Elizabeth's belongings, it was already dawn.
I fell to the ground and looked at the half-open duty room. There was still no one inside.
My eyes were tearful. I saw their names on the duty roster.
I thought, "When did they start? I have no idea. Elizabeth was seriously ill. I paid all my attention to her. Even though I noticed the unusual relationship between Benjamin and Olivia, I don't have the energy. Elizabeth's chronic illness still needed Benjamin's treatment. Now, all my reasons to compromise and endure are gone."
I could hear the sound of their laughing from the end of the corridor.
"If your mother is ill in the future, I will be there whenever she calls. My purpose of studying medicine is to protect our families." A doting male voice came from far away.
It was my husband, Benjamin. We've been married for five years.
Olivia held his arm and came towards this side happily.
Olivia wore light makeup and had her hair tied up like a princess. She was wearing a custom-made nurse's uniform with a bow brooch hidden under the collar and delicate patterns embroidered on the cuffs.
I wondered, "She's so delicate. Not like me. I am so messy." I looked down at the patches on my T-shirt and the holes in my jeans.
"Amelia, why are you sitting on the ground? It's so cold." Olivia recognized me.
She avoided making eye contact with me. Olivia guiltily pulled away her arm.