The Sick Wife, Lost Loretta [top 10 motivational books .TXT] 📗

“I was in a fucking coma!”

“I know,” I tell her. “I’m so sorry, Evie.”

“Don’t call me that! Don’t act like we’re friends. Shame on you!” She is hyperventilating so much she can barely speak. “And everyone at the hospital said that YOU were the one who saved my life. They said you polished my fucking toenails and sat by my side every day, talking to me. Is this why? You were feeling guilty about phone-fucking my husband? Getting engaged to my husband?”

My heart is beating in my ears. I cannot speak.

“I bet it really disappointed you that I survived! Sorry to inconvenience you, bitch!”

This is worse than I ever imagined it being. I wasn’t prepared for this tonight.

“I thought you were my friend,” Yvette is saying, and I can tell that she is crying. “Putain!”

How did she find out?

“I don’t think he ever really loved you,” she says, gasping for air in order to speak, and coughing between her insults. “He was just bored. I bet he was too lazy to buy you a proper ring, so he just recycled that hundred-year-old monstrosity. It’s a cheap, poor quality diamond anyway. It belongs in the trash, so I guess it’s suitable for you.”

Ouch… I thought that she liked the ring. When she woke up from her coma, she complimented it… but maybe she was just being nice, and this is the truth about how she feels.

“And by the way,” Yvette says harshly. “The nudes you sent him are amateurish! You don’t look sexy at all. You look like a cow! That is not a flattering angle for your vagina, at all!”

“Oh…” I say, feeling wounded. “Well, I’ve never taken phots like that before.”

“Obviously! Don’t talk to my husband anymore. Don’t text him or call him again, ever!” She sounds hysterical. “And I don’t know why he would even want someone like you. Boudin! Plouc! He must have been losing his mind, temporarily insane. You’re hideous, Camilla. Sous-merde!”

“Yvette—”

“Try and take better photos for the next man, if you want to keep him,” Yvette hisses. “Your pussy looks disgusting!”

She hangs up the phone, with those words ringing in my ears.

Well… I didn’t think this could get worse, but it did. And I know that Yvette knows a thing or two about sending attractive selfies, because I saw the ones she sent to her Sexy Babe. Those pictures looked super hot… so if she says mine were disgusting, I’m sure they were disgusting. I feel even worse now. Crap.

And I actually honored my promise to her, and I never told Gabriel about Sexy Babe.

I can’t do anything but lie down. I want to talk to someone, but I’m not sure who I can share this humiliation with.

It takes a few hours before Gabriel texts me.

Milla, I’m so sorry she saw those photos. She got a hold of my phone while I was working, and all hell broke loose. I had to spend hours calming her down.

I don’t really know how to respond. I just feel so sick and awful. Totally humiliated. Guilty for hurting Yvette.

I can’t do this anymore, is all I can type.

Please forgive me, Milla. I didn’t want her to find out about us like that… but now that she’s able to walk around again… she’s basically terrorizing me.

I make a face of disgust. He has a beautiful woman who loves him unconditionally, and she’s been unable to walk for months… and now that she’s healthy again, it’s called terrorizing? She must really love you if she’s still around after seeing all our text messages and the pictures we sent to each other. Good luck, Gabriel.

Good bye, Milla.

After another few hours, Gabriel sends me a long letter. He explains all kinds of details about his relationship with Yvette that he’s never shared before. He talks about her controlling behaviors that have made him feel trapped and imprisoned. He talks about being deeply unhappy, but still trying his best to satisfy all her needs. He tries to explain and justify how distant he’s been lately, and unable to talk to me.

I stare at the message, not wanting to forgive and cave again, and lose all my strength. I want to be strong and determined about the fact that this is not a healthy relationship for me, and I deserve better, I deserve someone that can actually be there all the time. Someone to call when I feel like stepping in front of a subway train. Someone who would never make me feel like stepping in front of a subway train. Not someone who’s torn between an old life he can’t let go of, and a new life he claims to want, but doesn’t really act on obtaining.

I try to send a polite and cold response back to him, and maintain my distance. But over the next few days, he fights for me, and sends messages of warmth and love, and talks about us trying to find a way to meet up. He wins me back, and makes me feel hopeful again. I try to get over this horrible experience and trust him.

I put his ring back on my finger.

We even send each other more dirty photos. He assures me that Yvette was wrong, and he actually loved my pics. That makes me feel a lot better. Overall… as traumatizing as this experience was, it does somehow bring me closer to Gabriel and renew our relationship.

Having him close again cheers me up a lot more than the antidepressants.

Chapter 16

Things have been okayish with Gabriel, and I’ve been feeling better. Early every morning, he starts going for a run outdoors. He uses this time to call me, and we talk on the phone for at least five minutes every day. Precious time he designated just for me.

It doesn’t seem like a lot, but it means everything to me. It gives me something to look forward to each day, a reason to get out of bed.