Dearest Wife

Night, late.

It was dead silence inside the darkened room.

The man's beast-like repressed breath blew the ear ambiguously...

Nancy Lewis was frightened. She scratched on the sheets with the hands, subconsciously trying to dodge. But her body couldn't move, and the frenzy in her heart was a wave after wave, as if a fire was burning her.

There seemed to be tiny flames in the man's cold fingertips, gentle and irresistible...

She widened her eyes, trying to see the face a little clearer, but she only smelt the icy breath.

"You... be good!"

After the man sighed deep in the ear, the tearing pain, as if cutting her into pieces, stabbed over.

As if dragging her into the abyss, scorching and frenzied...

...

Nancy Lewis opened her eyes in the darkness.

Again, this damn dream!

She took a few heavy breaths, lifted the quilt and walked into the bathroom.

The woman in the mirror, with snowy skin and a pair of starry big eyes, was looking at herself, slightly flustered and panicky.

In her eyes was the familiar pain.

Time, as if went back to that night a month ago... That man was with inky pupils, noble, silent, deep and cold without a trace of temperature.

Nancy Lewis painfully closed her eyes.

She knew full well that this was no dream at all!

Showering, blowing dry the hair and changing clothes, everything was as orderly as ever.

At 7:00 a.m.

Nancy Lewis, who wore a white gown and tied the hair up, walked into the surgical ward of the New York Presbyterian Hospital.

The stethoscope that hung around her neck gave off a cold metallic sheen.