TWENTY SIX: JEALOUS HUSBAND

[Shaira’s POINT OF VIEW]

I gently open my eyes only to find myself lying in a hospital bed. What exactly happened to me? I caught a glimpse of a young boy sleeping on the couch near the window.

I glanced at the door as it opened, presenting a tall guy holding a brown envelope.

"Feeling better?" Ryan asked, heading towards my bed.

"I guess so. By the way, thanks, and sorry for causing you so much trouble today," I replied, then silence swallowed the room.

"Compared to our past, I guess I'm the one who should be sorry," says Ryan, breaking the awkward silence.

Here we go again. I don't get it. Why does Ryan keep on bringing up the past?

Ryan cleared his throat and handed me the brown envelope. Although I'm confused, I grab it. When I opened the envelope, I almost cried my heart out. My hands were shaking while holding the result.

"By the way, should I call your husband to pick you up? What's his number?"