Part 4:2
“Hey, stop crying. I’ll get the first aid kit,” Antonio said, kissing my cheek. softly.
He grumbled as he retrieved it. “You’re not a child. Why are you always getting hurt? How will you survive without me?”
I stared at him, numb.
If he didn’t love me, why this charade of concern?
I was exhausted by the pretense.
That night, I tossed and turned, drenched in sweat.
At daybreak, Antonio pulled me from bed.
I shoved him off, but he leaned in to kiss me.
I almost slapped him instinctively, stopping myself just in time.
He barely grazed my lips. “Awake?” he asked.
I turned away, wiping my mouth in disgust. “It’s the weekend. Let me sleep.”
Antonio looked at me as if I were unreasonable. “You had a fever last night. We’re going to the hospital.”
Despite feeling fine, I couldn’t dissuade him.
In the hospital hallway, we encountered Alicia, limping on a twisted ankle.
Antonio’s tenderness toward me vanished, replaced by immediate concern for her.
As if I didn’t exist, he rushed to her side. “How did you get hurt?”
Alicia smiled but her eyes met mine.
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