I was dumbstruck at once. I never once thought Monica would go on her knees and say something like this. I was dying, and there was no point trying to separate me from Christopher anymore.
“What do you mean, Ms. Martin?”
“I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t be saying this, but I really don’t want to see Chris devastated. He will really lose it if he sees you like this when he wakes up fully.”
“Ms. Martin, you know I only have three months left. Christopher is my husband. I should spend my remaining days with him. Who are you to stop me from seeing him?” My body stiffened as I questioned her unreservedly.
“Are you depriving me of the chance to spend my last days with the man I love?” I asked harshly.
“No! That’s not what I mean…” Monica asserted as she cried, “You know how much he loves you. He will be over the moon to see you tomorrow, but he will plunge into the deepest abyss when he sees you in this state. This is just too cruel for him.”
She looked at me intently and moved closer. “Do you know why I hate you so much after I saw you and him together? Given your reputation and family background, there’s no reason for me to be jealous of you. I’m better than you in all regards, but I know Chris well. He’s someone who doesn’t change his mind once he has decided on something. Nothing can ever sway him. I can imagine how broken he will be when he knows you’re about to leave forever.”
Monica held on to my hand beseechingly. “You can hate me, or even hit me. I don’t care, but please, don’t go and see Chris anymore. This is me begging you. This will be too much for him.”
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