Second Chance: Repairing Our Broken Love

When my good friend, Taylor, arrived, I was lying on the hospital bed.

When the cold liquid was injected into my body, my body seemed to become cold.

The nurse said angrily, "Didn't I ask your family to keep an eye on you? How can you get hurt?"

I didn't tell her that my family hurt me.

My body was as fragile as a porcelain doll now, and I could be in for major therapy with minor injuries.

When Taylor saw me like this, she burst into tears.

"My message was to ask you to catch adultery in the hospital, not to suffer in the hospital..."

"I'm sorry, Mia. I shouldn't have told you that they came to the hospital."

I smiled and wanted to raise my hand to comfort her, but my arms were sore and I couldn't lift them.

"It's none of your business. I was in the hospital before they came."

She said nervously, "I heard that Andy found an expert in O.B.. Is that woman..."

"She just had the painful menstruation."

Taylor shouted, "Painful menstruation? Not a miscarriage? Can't she just take two painkillers herself?"

I compressed my lips. "Sometimes, painkillers are not that effective."

She stopped talking. "Let's go. I'll take you home."

"Okay, let's go home."

I sent a message to Andy. "The password of the safe."

Andy replied to me in the evening, "Are you in such a hurry? 180813."

"50,000 dollars for your apology was worth it."

This password sounded familiar, but it was not an important code for Andy and me.

So, what did it mean?

I stayed at Taylor's house for seven days.

I didn't go to the hospital for an injection for seven days because I didn't have enough money.

I didn't want to borrow money from Taylor, because I was sure that I wouldn't be able to pay it back.

I was going to die. I didn't want to owe anyone anything.

Every time my body couldn't stand the pain, I would bite the towel until my chin was sore and almost dislocated.

Taylor was right next door. I tried my best not to make a sound to disturb her.

Andy hadn't contacted me for the past seven days.

On the eighth day, I planned to go home and get the things in the safe.

However, as soon as I arrived at the gate of the villa, I saw that the moving company.

The box they carried out wasn't properly sealed and I saw my clothes inside.

When I wanted to ask the workers about the situation, the housekeeper stopped me.

He looked embarrassed and said, "Madam, this is all Sir's idea."

"He said that since you're not coming back, you should move out."

"Where are you moving my things?" I asked.

"Mr. Jones has a small apartment in the suburbs. Mrs. Jones, you can live there in the future."

The workers were moving things inside.

It was a double bed.

Was Andy going to change the bed?

Zoe crossed her arms in front of her chest and stood at the gate of the villa, looking down at me.

She pretended to be surprised, "Mia, why are you back? I'm sorry. Andy thought our apartment was too small and asked me to move here."

I lowered my head and walked in. "I have something to take."

Zoe blocked my way.

"Mia, I've asked workers to pack up your things. They've already been loaded into a car. You'd better not go into this villa."

"This is my home now."

I told her, "Andy and I haven't divorced yet. I own half of the house."

She snorted and said, "Stop pretending. Andy told me that you two had a premarital agreement. All his assets have nothing to do with you, including this house."

When I insisted on going in, Zoe called out to the housekeeper.

The housekeeper stood in front of me with her.

"I'm sorry, Madam. Mr. Jones asked me to listen to Miss York's arrangements."