His Debts, My Sweetest Victory

y Rey

t. It was a sound that shattered the last

w, not with sadness, but with a searing

the neatly folded divorce papers. Th

nd. "Let's play your game, Elias. Or rather, let'

widened as he saw the documents. The laughter d

y audible. "Kelsey, what is this? You can't be

And you made that decision for us when you chose her

suddenly tried to interject. "Elias, don't l

off. "Dayami, wait outside. P

outright fury. She shot me a venomous look, then stom

dropped the enraged act, his shoulders

know I messed up. I know I... I went too far. But Dayami, she's

r my hand. I

ost us everything

er again. She means nothing to me. You' re my wife. You' re the

ut as a cold, hard fact. "If you did, you wouldn't have do

him. "That's not true! I do l

chirpy ringtone. It was the same personalized ringtone Dayami had for h

ne, then back to my impass

king slightly. He glanced at

s voice barely a whisper. "Dayami.

a word. I ju

nd reaching out. He tried to kiss

lips brushed my chee

, his voice full of false hope. "I'l

keys and rush

nt, I picked up my phone. I opened my contacts. Found

eight o' clock.

Jerome, held my hand tightly

felt sterile, cold. The white

ses were kind, their faces

ne said, as she inserted the I

to blur. Darkn

lding my hand. My father was

art?" my mother whispered

tly. "No, Mom

face was grim. "We're divor

d my eye, but it wasn't for th

other stayed with me, nursing me back to

lunch. I decided to take a walk down the hospital corridor.

ed a c

fr

And D

yami looked pale, her arm in a sling. Elias was fu

concerned, twisted into shock. El

is eyes wide. "What are you doin

accident. Nothing serious." He tried to offer a reassuring smile, but it

lk away. I cou

t. His grip was surprisingly strong.