Love’s Bitter Pill

When I was finally discharged from the hospital for my stomach issues, I took a cab home alone.

As usual, I pulled out my keys, but for some reason, the door wouldn’t unlock.

I heard faint noises coming from inside, so I pressed the doorbell.

Once.

Twice.

Three times…

It took forever, but eventually, the door opened.

Beverly Wagner poked her head out, sticking her tongue out as she apologized.

“Oh, Sarah! I’m so sorry! Last night, after my birthday party, it got really late. Charles insisted I stay over because he didn’t think it was safe for me to go home alone!

“You didn’t come home last night. Where were you?”

Before I could say anything, Charles Fischer gave Beverly a tender pat on the head.

“Bev’s so gorgeous. I couldn’t let her go home alone at night. It’d be too dangerous.”

Then he glanced at me. “Don’t mind her, Bev. She’s the one faking a stomachache and running off without a word. It’s a classic attention-seeking move. I’ve seen it all before.”

So that’s how he saw it.

Yesterday, Charles saw me doubled over in pain but thought it was all some petty ploy for his attention.

Beverly stood before me, her hair damp, wearing Charles’ oversized shirt, looking at me with a triumphant look.

Charles, on the other hand, was shirtless, his torso covered with faint red marks and scratches.

I kept my expression neutral and spoke calmly. “Charles, is that really what you think of me? That I’m someone so shameless?”

He scoffed, like I’d just told him the funniest joke in the world. “And what? You’re not feeling sick anymore? Convenient timing, isn’t it?

“You’re telling me it hurt so bad last night, but now you’re fine? Right when it’s Bev’s birthday? You just couldn’t stand her having a good time, huh?”

He looked at me up and down, as if he’d solved some great mystery.

“Whatever. We’ll drop it this time because Bev’s kind enough to let it go. Now go whip up a few dishes for us. She’s hungry.”

The old me would’ve swallowed my pride, buried my feelings, and quietly prepared a few light, delicious dishes.

Not anymore.

“I’m not cooking. If you’re hungry, do it yourself.”

Charles’ expression darkened immediately.

“Sarah, are you serious right now? All I did was celebrate Bev’s birthday, and now you’re giving me the cold shoulder? You’re almost thirty. Why are you competing with a younger girl?

“Forget it. I’ve lost my appetite just looking at you!”

Beverly leaned into him, wrapping her arm around his.

“Charles, don’t get upset! We still have that exhibition to check out later!”

He softened instantly, his voice dripping with affection.

“You’re right, Bev. Whatever you say.

“Oh, you’re going to help me find some amazing designers, right? Otherwise, people are going to think I can’t make it without her!”

With that, he walked out, hand in hand with Beverly, without looking back.

The door slammed shut behind them; the sound hitting my heart the same and shattering it into a million pieces.