NovelEnglishSabrina stifled a giggle. "Grace, you're not mad, are you?" she challenged, a glint in her eyes.
I mumbled, pressing my throbbing forehead. "I don't care." An awkward silence descended.
Sabrina looked down, then, using a nail clipper, began peeling off the sticker, muttering apologies.
The scraping sound grated on my nerves. I put on headphones, but Antonio's gaze, through the rearview mirror, was unwavering.
He then said to Sabrina, "Grace's getting worse. Hospital." My condition, exacerbated by their relentless torment, had progressed to pneumonia.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtTreatment escalated from IVs to inpatient care, but Sabrina refused to stay.
She anxiously checked her phone, seemingly bombarded with messages.
Antoasked, "Friend's waiting?" Sabrina shook her head, feigning distress. "My friend wants to see us, but Grace is sick. I can't leave her." Antocomforted her, whispering assurances, tears streaming down Sabrina's cheeks as if she were the one suffering.
My helplessness was crushing I didn't know they'd left until the nurse cto change my IV. She called for Antountil I awoke.
Near midnight, the strong scent of alcohol alerted me.
Sabrina and Antonio, practically intertwined, were kissing in my room.
A nurse intervened, pulling them back.
My doctor scoffed, "That man kissing your husband's friend?" I nodded.
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He signed, recognizing my isolation, "Here's my number. Callif you need anything." Antobarely visited, sending messages promising immediate arrival if I felt unwell.
But my replies never reached him because he had blocked my number and my Facebook account.
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When I tried to pay my bills, my account was empty, save for only ten dollars. I borrowed money from the doctor.
Meanwhile, Sabrina posted photos of her and Antonio's luxurious sland ve.
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