His Mistake, Her Liberation

seizing my abdomen. The cold sheets on Michael' s si

oing to my stomach. A wave of fear washed over me. I wanted Michael. For a brief, pathetic

, his phone, left on the nightstand, lit up. The scree

wn the phone against the wall. But some masoc

. "You were supposed to be here an hour ago! I think... I think I'm having a re

a panic attack. But she was using hi

voice barely a whisper. Th

ll so late. Michael was just helping me with a business thing, and he must have left his phone.

d. "Who is it?" He wasn' t with her. She was lying. He

red it and hung up on Brittany. The pain in my stomach was now a searing fire. I

n, this time on my phone.

t on the phone with me, and he sounded strange, and then the line went dead! The other number that called was the

't? What if, by some terrible coincidence, he was in trouble

anything happe

ncy medication kit, threw on a coat over my

eled. Michael was there, looking pale and sweaty, surrounded by a crowd. Bu

t his forehead with a napkin, look

Her eyes widened in performative shock. "Sarah! Oh, thank

el's. He wasn't relieved

snarled, pushing Brittany' s

tering from the cold. "She said you were

n laughed, a harsh, grating sound that

too much to drink. You really thought I was dying?" He tur

. I must have overreacted. I just care about him so much. I di

s stared, whispering. I was the crazy, overbea

sharp and blinding. I stumble

chael hissed, grabbing my ar

o stay upright. "I'm in pain.

"Pain? Or are you just trying to get attent

ing to pull my arm free. I looked at B

" Brittan

the pain, the humiliation. I lunged forward,

moved with a speed that sh

shing against the leg of a metal table. The pain in my

rting Brittany, who was now crying dramatically into his c

glared down at me, his face a mask of contempt. "Look wh

. I was a spectacle. The crazy wife, on the flo

ain was too much. A warm wet

blo

el, pleading with

d back, his e

e ground for another woman. As I lay there, ble

et. Not while he had Alex's