MY EX-WIFE'S GHOST

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sound is clear. My heart, the distant voices and footsteps of patients along the corridor, the hum

, my heart thudding

ep towards my bed. Obviously Lady Joan. Her stilet

voice cut out dripping in sar

o scream, scratch at her face that was beginning to

paralyze you, since your mental state is taking too long", she mocked. Her

fling them on my face. My eyes landed on the glinting pic

hus

arm. Both naked, in

e way he hugged me. His face so calm,

eath

che

s the Ministers grand-daughter. A real woman. Worthy of this rol

udded, poun

isio

't be ha

r. My nerves stand out, anticipating her

then hazel. The word

gna

ck will

ess. I don't want to believe it, but the pict

g words cut. The antiseptic walls of the hospital run throu

ised. "I was behind it. Behind the two

fr

every single word. S

than ever before. The pain was

th her, strangle her. But she h

come pregnant but faile

ghter. "The Italian tea you had morning and night, do you think I

elmed me. I wanted to burn her to a crisp. To drink her evil blood dry, draining her veins of

the only way I can co

I ever d

to stay away", she spat. Her voice steady, with rage. "But you didn't lis

e ground. "Do you see your signature on these divorce documents. I can do anything that I want, which includes

signature? How did sh

ne-chilling whisper, "Have a good night dear daughter-in-

ie peacefully. You don't have to worry about anything; fir

ach was

going to ki

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hat Joyce!" My mother in-law rose from her chai

ard enough to bounce out at her sudden act

ou call

your useless mother. My son married you over my objection and you are aware a day like this is s

ed for me has increased daily, though I am stuck in this puzzle. "Mo

rollable spasms. Whatever they are administering to me is working faster

wn on her knees, her voice thick wit

ad, thudding into my brain like pecking minihammers. My finger that gripped the bed sheet, "Take me home, Mother, Please

er wrinkled foggy hands strodded gently over my messy hair, "you have seen enough dear Joy

nst my ribs. "No," I snapped, "I love my husband, take me

she let out a scoff, "I would love to, my love but

en his genuine love and affection towards me all these years. Sharp

e witnessed some evenings of gentle tending and mornings of wakeful joy and sweetness. Non has been a nightmare, wi

you poor thing, I heard you talk to yourself all night and you also

ging me, they are driving me mad". I squeezed my aching he

as she glances towards the nurse standing b

te for me, too late to run again for my sanity. All I could do was scream and struggl

tion's work, my sight fade, my

ridd my hair, gripping it harder now, ha

shed with you, you wi

enveloped

The new days of my marriage, the days which have sustained me, s

the universe. The best gift, my husband Zack Dutchman. Best man a woman

I miss him. Weeks have gone by, he has not come to see me. Perhaps h

Company, a multi millionaire firm. He had been sitting there in command and composure.

e, then husband. We have had our lives full of bli

y I was airlifted out of the country, I would have sur

my body. The sunray finally fell upon my small black room, the cacophonous dialogu

ard, but not my body. My racing heart, my ears can

? What have they put into

ness, at the world's injustice towards me.

chain. Flush of fear ran through my body, my heart po

planned? Is this the end she