Letting Go of Old Love

Mae Ruiz and Jamison Perry were united through their families. Unlike the dramatic romances of others, their relationship had been smooth and uneventful. With all aspects of their lives seemingly compatible, they married after a year of dating. For three years, Jamison had been nothing but accommodating and devoted. Except for the lack of children, Mae had no other regrets. She once believed this was what happiness looked like. But now, because of Jamison’s sudden and intense emotion, Mae was beginning to have her doubts.

Her gaze caught Celeste Taylor’s reflection in the rearview mirror. It felt as if a sharp knife had unexpectedly pierced her heart, sending waves of pain throughout her body. Jamison’s anxious voice seemed distant as he held her hand tightly, offering constant reassurances.

“Does it hurt a lot? Hang in there, we’re almost at the hospital,” he murmured. See, he was still as attentive as ever. If it weren’t for the intense gaze from the back seat, Mae might have convinced herself this was enough.

She mustered the strength to turn around and smile warmly. “I’m sorry, Ms. Taylor, my husband tends to be overly concerned.” Celeste’s face turned ghostly pale immediately. “That’s kind of you. I’m quite envious.” The word “envious” was barely audible, an almost inaudible whisper.

Next to Mae, Jamison’s expression remained unchanged, as if everything were perfectly normal, except he didn’t notice how tightly he was gripping her hand. The silence in the car was stifling, as if Mae and Celeste were two strangers coincidentally sharing a ride, waiting for Jamison to take them to their destination.

Once they reached the hospital, Jamison carried Mae from the car and only remembered Celeste trailing behind them after some time. “Ms. Taylor, my wife’s injuries are quite severe. Please feel free to go about your business from here,” he said, nodding briefly towards her before disappearing with Mae into the hospital.