The phone fell into a momentary silence.
Just as my patience was about to run out and I was about to hang up, Tiernan finally spoke.
"Lacey, can you not make a fuss about this right now?"
"First, help me contact a doctor for Scarlett. Once she's okay, we can discuss these matters."
What a great husband I have, even putting divorce behind Scarlett's needs.
I let out a scornful laugh and asked him, "When Scarlett said I was sick, I don't recall you being this anxious!"
"And that was supposedly life-threatening cancer."
In his eyes, even when I was on the verge of death, it couldn't compare to Scarlett's minor ailments.
Our affection had long since been exhausted.
Helping her was out of the question.
Cut off from his accusations, Tiernan angrily spat out "unreasonable" before hanging up.
I had finally finished packing my things.
Taking one last, careful look around the room, I lowered my gaze and moved to my pre-marital bachelor pad.