When I woke up in the hospital, it was already evening.
I woke up my sister Chloe and she cried, throwing herself into my arms.
"Zella, I'm not treating the illness anymore. You should divorce Logan!"
"He made you have an allergic reaction to alcohol and sent you to the hospital this time. Next time, he might just take your life."
I shook my head and covered Chloe, who wanted to say something, with my hand. My gaze fell on the man outside the ward.
The man's eyes were mocking, with deep sarcasm, as if saying, "Zella, why are you so despicable? I almost killed you, and you still won't leave me."
I looked away, and the bitterness of alcohol seemed to have not completely faded.
I wondered how I and Logan ended up like this.
