03

The nurse came closer to her and checked her vital signs. It had been three days since she was admitted to the hospital, and no one—except the driver who brought her—had checked up on her. Her husband hadn't peeped in. She had asked the nurses who came into the ward where she was staying, and they all insisted that someone like her husband didn't show up.

“I forgot. This is the cell phone the driver handed over to us, as it was yours,” the nurse said to her.

She took it from her and nodded. “Thank you so much. I can take my leave now, right? Is there any other bill left?”

The nurse shook her head. “You can go at your time—”

About an hour after the nurse exited the ward, Shannon put on the clothes she had on while visiting her husband's company three days ago. She walked out of the ward and made sure not to speak to anyone until she left the hospital.

The moment she crossed the road, a car parked before her, and the driver came out. Her chin stretched at the sight of the driver that had brought her to the hospital approaching her. “Thank you for everything. I planned to track you down if we didn't meet after coming here.”

“It's nothing. I'm glad you're okay now….” he gestured to his car. “What about I drive you off as well?”

She rolled her eyes. ‘If he finds out Tony is my husband and didn't show up, I would feel so ashamed of myself.’ she thought. ‘I would drop before our gate. He can't know who exactly I am.’

“You can get in—” the driver pulled her out of her thoughts.

She hurried into the car, and they drove off. Their chat was a short one since the hospital wasn't too far from her street, but she had to drop in a location trekable to her husband's house.

“Thank you so much for everything. I hope to meet you again and pay you back for your goodwill,” she said to the driver through the car door.

He shook his head. “Don't mention!”

They parted ways, and she strolled to her husband's home and was let in. It was the weekend, so she believed he would surely be home so she could yell at him and ask why he didn't even check up on her at least.

As she entered the master's room, the air in the room was something else, and on the bed laid her husband with his secretary again. She shut her eyes for a while and opened them. “Tony! Wasn't it enough to have her in the office? Why on our matrimonial bed?” her voice made them sprang up from the bed.

She nibbled her bottom lip, sparing them a glance. “You didn't care about my whereabouts for three days because you had decided to go miles in cheating on me, Tony?”

A resounding hiss echoed in the room as Tony grabbed Haven by her waist and made her face him. The least he did was to make sure the blanket didn't get off their body, but Shannon could still hear the slippery sound of his dick sliding in and out of Haven.

She tried to sob but couldn't find herself doing that. She felt new—like every part of her had changed after she returned to life in the hospital. The old part of her was supposed to be heartbroken by what she was seeing, but the new part of her was the opposite.

Not even a single tear welled in her eyes, and she loved the braveness that had overwhelmed her suddenly.

‘I have less than a year to live, so I see no reason to stay in agony for the rest of my life. For the few months remaining for me, I have to do something useful with my life….but, I must make sure to bring down Tony to the level I met him, so he can start afresh with his secretary.’ she swallowed bitterly and smirked.

She stepped closer to the bed, “where are the divorce papers?”

Tony turned to her but didn't stop pounding Haven harder like he was doing. “Still at the table. Do you want to sign the divorce? I wonder where you will stay out there. Maybe you will become some stripper or prostitute since your mother seemed to be one….” he cursed and smacked Haven's butt seductively.

Shannon walked to the table and opened the file she saw there. She picked up the pen and signed the papers, then made her way out of the room without taking a glance backwards.

The least she took was her credit and debit card alongside her essential belongings….but she had left a lot behind for her sanity. Whatever would make her recall Tony would never leave the house with her, and she made sure not to go against her decision.

‘I don't even have a friend to stay with because he doesn't let me leave the house. I'll just have to stay in a resort until I find an apartment.’ she concluded and began strolling down the street.

***

In the resort where Shannon was staying was a club hall. It was dark, and the hall was filled up, so she had come out to join in the party and see how it feels to be amongst others.

She ordered grilled beef and a red-eye coffee. As if that wasn't enough for her, she ordered a bottle of whiskey, which she intended to empty before heading back to her room.

Minutes later, her body system changed. Every other person before her turned out double. She rubbed her eyes constantly, but nothing changed.

“Ouch, I want to pee—” she sat up but quaked at the table, and everything ended on the floor, shattering into pieces.

She didn't mind but left the seat, heading to the hallway she had noticed people going in and coming out from.

When she opened a particular door, she noticed a shadow before her, and when she looked closely, it happened to be a man. Less concerned, she squatted and emptied her bladder while the young man couldn't keep his eyes off her.

She stood, putting on her panties, “What are you doing in the female restroom? I hope you didn't see my punani….” She grinned and marched forward but slammed her head on the wall. “Fuck! This is painful….”

“I can massage you before you leave, and make sure not to get drunk again.” the young man said to her and dragged her backward.

She stood still until he was done massaging her. “I am not drunk. It is you who drank so much that you came to a female restroom…..” she gestured, but her hand hit something turgid. “Oh, what's that? It's so strong—”

Staggering, she traced and got hold of what she had just hit. “What? This looks like a penis. I might need one tonight—I can just take it with me…..”

“Why not have it here instead of dragging me?” he yelled at her and she let go of his shaft. “Just let me do the job well and we can part ways. Isn't that what you want, little punny?”

She scowled. “Don't call me that just because I want you to thrust the penis in me. It isn't even yours….” she hissed. “Just get it done so I can leave….I really need to be fucked by a strange shaft before dying.”

He scoffed and grabbed her by her waist, his palms pressed her butt slightly. She wasn't putting on a brassiere, so he felt her hard nipple rub against his chest—so enticing. He sniffed once and twice, then pressed her back against the wall. “I can smell your dampness—” he groaned and adjusted her pants to the side.