Bittersweet

Three years ago, at our wedding, she sat alone in the hall next door and watched the entire ceremony.

I asked Ethan if she was his relative. He glanced at her, paused, and said he did not know her.

Seeing how devastated she looked, I thought she was here after having her heart broken. I even gave her some chocolates from our reception.

I had no idea the one who broke her heart was my newlywed husband.

My eyes lowered, I suddenly laughed.

So it turned out the relationship I treasured so much had been full of lies from the start.

My phone vibrated. I turned it on and saw a picture of Ethan’s desk.

[Babe, I reached the company. See this stack of documents? I’m exhausted, and I need your kiss to recharge.]

I fell back into the car seat, covering my face self-deprecatingly. He was exhausted, alright, but it had nothing to do with those documents.

Anna drove away, and I followed her.

I already knew everything I needed to know, so I had no intention of following her. However, the red Mini seemed to be going the same way I was.

When we reached an intersection, we waited at the red light next to each other. She seemed to glance at me.

The light turned green, and I drove with my eyes fixed forward.

Within seconds, something abruptly crashed into my car. My head smashed into the glass, and my car headed straight into the path of a large truck.

Amid the piercing horn, I lost consciousness in a world of agony.