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  1 During my follow-up appointment after the abortion, Adrian once again made a hasty exit with a flimsy excuse. This had become a regular occurrence, and I had grown accustomed to it. Initially, I felt a pang of rejection, but gradually, I found myself becoming indifferent. I took the prescribed medication after the check-up and returned home alone. As I journeyed back, I couldn't shake off the pervasive feeling of solitude that seemed to envelop me. Upon arriving, I browsed Twitter and noticed someone called Lovely One had mentioned Adrian in a post. It stated, [Despite my minor sore throat

Numb Wife, Cheating Husband, A Marriage Beyond Repair

I dialed Adrian's number, and he picked up instantly, exclaiming, "Madeline!"


He continued before I could utter a word, "Why didn't you respond to my calls? Where have you been? I went to our place, but you weren't there. I'm outside the medical center now."


"Yes, I'm at the hospital. I'm heading down now," I finally managed to say.


As I reached the entrance, Adrian's vehicle pulled up. He stepped out and approached me.


"Let's head home," Adrian said after taking the file from my grasp.


As I reached for the car handle, a familiar feeling of queasiness came over me. Not from motion sickness, but from what I saw. Sophie was sitting in the front passenger seat.


She grinned at me, somewhat apologetically and said, "I'm sorry, Madeline, I get terribly carsick. Would you mind taking the back seat?"


The nerve. Her boldness in intruding not just on my marriage, but now my personal space, was hard to stomach.


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