###Chapter 6
The smell of disinfectant pierced my nose and before my consciousness was completely restored, a man's low sigh came into my ears.
"You had been in a coma for two days."
It was David. He sat on a chair beside the bed, working on his mobile phone. Sensing my movement, a soft thing passed through his deep eyes.
David put down his mobile phone, picked up the steaming soup on the bedside table, scooped a spoonful and handed it to my lips. But I subconsciously closed my lips and even slightly turned my head away.
The softness instantly shattered, replaced by a diffuse coldness.
He tightened his fingers around the spoon handle and his voice sank, "Were you still making trouble? Catherine, I had taught you this lesson because you’d gone too far! You even taught my daughter to slander Jessica. I had been tolerant enough of you, don’t be ungrateful."
I stared at this face that had been filled with all my youth and love and the corners of my mouth pulled out an arc that I didn’t know whether it was mockery or self-mockery, "Yes, it was me who was vicious and jealous and I was deliberately trying to harm her! Are you satisfied with this answer?"
My eyes were uncontrollably sour, but I held back and didn’t let a single tear fall.
David looked at my red eyes and felt an inexplicable stab in his heart. He remembered that many years ago, when I had a high fever and curled up in his arms, I also looked at him with red eyes like this. At that time, the look in my eyes had been an inseparable dependence and admiration.
But at this moment, there was only desolation left.
A trace of guilt flashed through his eyes, but it was soon swallowed by the evil fire of disobedience.
"Catherine!" he raised his voice, eager to prove his correctness.
"Did you know that Jessica had nightmares every night after I rescued her? It was obviously you who caused her … why were you pretending to be a victim here?!"
It was useless to defend myself and it only added to the humiliation. I turned my head silently and looked at the sky outside the window. My disregard angered him and he was about to explode when his cell phone rang.
David quickly turned sideways, but I still saw the screen. Jessica was wearing almost transparent lace underwear, lying seductively on the big bed in the hotel. I didn’t know what was said on the other end, but David’s breathing became rapid.
And the corners of his mouth even raised an arc uncontrollably. He stood up suddenly and said, "I would pick you up when you were discharged from the hospital. When the time came, apologize to Jessica. She was soft-hearted. As long as you were sincere, she would forgive you."
Before he finished speaking, his tall figure had disappeared at the door of the ward.
The next day I was discharged from the hospital, but only the driver came to pick me up.
David called, "Today was Gregory’s birthday. He had suffered in an orphanage since he was a child. I was going to go to the amusement park with Jessica."
He seemed to remember something and added in a gentle tone of pitiness, "Don’t worry, I would bring gifts back for you and my daughter."
The time on the phone reminded me that today was also Charlotte’s birthday.
At the same time, it was the date when the divorce certificate between him and me took effect. Of course, he hadn’t remembered it. I hung up the phone silently, sent the driver away and went to get the divorce decree alone.
My fingertips stroked the two cold jet-black words of ‘divorce’, but my heart was calm without a ripple, as if it were just an insignificant document. When I returned to the villa, I found that David and his friends had not left the house yet.
"Where did you go? The driver said you didn’t let him pick you up."
He stood in the middle of the living room, looking at me in a straight suit.
Jessica, wearing an exquisite dress, held the equally well-dressed Gregory, leaning against him like a little bird.
I opened my mouth, but before I could say anything, he suddenly raised his eyebrows and said, "Today was our wedding anniversary. Did you go out to prepare a gift?"
