Late for love) Chapter 4
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That night, I had a high fever. Grant
didn’t come back, and I was too weak even
to call 911. I managed to find some pills
and swallowed them down with water,
then collapsed back into bed, burning up
with fever. Finally, I drifted into a
feverish sleep.
After a day and night, the fever went
down. I heard the door open.
Grant walked in, ignoring me,
packing his bags. Only when he was
finished did he finally give me a glance.
“Wanda’s not doing well. I’ll be with
her for a few days. Call me if you need
anything.”
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Seeing him leave without a second
glance, I chuckled bitterly. What good would a phone call do? I was pale and ill,
and he didn’t even notice. Could I really
expect him to leave Wanda for me?
The next few days, Grant never
returned, nor did he call me. Yet, I knew
exactly where he was, thanks to Wanda’s
incessant updates on Moments. I saw
pictures of him making her soup, peeling
shrimp, taking her out for walks and
fireworks…
I didn’t pay much attention to what
they were doing. Once I recovered, I
resigned from my job.
“Rosie, why are you quitting? What
happened?” My colleagues were shocked,
but I just shook my head.
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“I’ve been away from home for years,
it’s time to go back.”
This explanation only confused them further. Someone finally asked,“What about Grant? He lives here. Aren’t you
making it a long–distance thing?”
I paused. My friends all knew I loved Grant, that I’d sacrificed everything for
him. Even they were used to me being the one who kept giving. After all, the only thing I got from Grant was indifference.
I smiled faintly.“It’s not
long–distance. We’re over.”
After handing in my work and
packing, I went home. Upon entering, I
saw Grant and Wanda in the living room.
“What’s going on?” Grant asked,
seeing my bags.
My voice was so calm that no one
could tell I was lying.“The company’s
moving, so I brought my stuff back.”
“Moving? To where?” He frowned.
Before I could answer, Wanda
interrupted.
“Rosie, I’ve been in a bad mood
because of my father’s illness. I can’t
believe I asked Grant to have a child with
- me. It was really stupid. Nothing
happened between us. Now that Dad’s
gone, I don’t need a child anymore. I’m
sorry.”
She looked so sincere. If I hadn’t seen
that text, I might have believed her. But I didn’t bother calling her out. I simply nodded and went to my room.
I’d barely unpacked when my phone rang. It was in the living room. As I went out to get it, Grant burst in with my phone in hand. His face was grim.
“Who’s your husband?”
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