LOGINEveryone in the circle called me the chatty woman around Wilson Lewis, who had poor hearing and was notoriously aloof. I would stand up for him, take drinks on his behalf, and accompany him to the hospital. When he had to get his hearing aid adjusted, I would crouch beside the table to replace its batteries for him, yet he never so much as looked up at me. One time, I drank on his behalf until I was dead drunk at a wine party, but he only glanced down at me calmly. Another time, I spent the entire morning waiting with him on the day of his follow-up checkup, but he texted his unattainable love, Noelle Surrey, instead. Wilson: [Have you eaten lunch yet?] During our three years of marriage, I became a joke in the eyes of others. On the night of our wedding anniversary, he wanted to make things up for the birthday celebration he owed me. When I was being dragged away through the back alley of a convenience store, I saw him sitting in the Maybach parked at the alley entrance through the half-open car window, unboxing a cake. I screamed until my throat bled, my fingernails digging into the wall. He glanced up at the alleyway entrance, took off his hearing aid, and put it in his pocket. When I got home in the wee hours, he was still helping Noelle with her resume. Seeing my disheveled state, he just frowned and said, "Jaclyn Scott, can you please stop making such a scene every time?" Noelle chuckled on the other end of the phone. "Wilson, is she playing victim again?" I pushed the divorce papers and a USB drive in front of him. "Wilson, I'm done making a scene. This time, it's your turn to listen."
View MoreI looked at him for a long time. Long enough for the dusk to fall and envelop him completely in shadow. Then, I spoke, my voice calm and unlike my usual self."Wilson, you finally told the truth. But telling the truth doesn't mean you'll be compensated for it. Some things are just broken and can't be fixed. Even if you gather all the pieces and place them in front of me, I wouldn't recognize what they used to be."His body shook slightly."Sign the divorce papers and send them to me." I closed the door.The divorce certificate arrived half a month later. Wilson never showed up in Moose County again.He signed the divorce agreement. In the asset division section, he left everything to me—the house, the cars, the company shares, and every cent of his savings.I only took the supplementary card with a 3,000-dollar limit. The balance was still 2,147 dollars. It happened to be the exact change left over from the last time I paid for his hearing aid batteries.The day I received the p
Noelle flung her umbrella aside as she left.The white umbrella rolled to the side of the ditch, but she did not bend over to pick it up. Wearing her high heels, she stepped into the waiting cab at the alley entrance. The engine roared for a moment before it vanished.I leaned against the door frame, looking at Wilson.He stood two steps away from me, his chest heaving heavily. "Jaclyn, what she said...""I don't care about what she said." My voice was flat.He looked up, as if waiting for me to continue speaking."I care about the fact that you spent three years prioritizing her before me. You handed the knife to someone else and asked me why I was bleeding when she stabbed me with it."His lips twitched. "Jaclyn, can I go in and sit down?""No.""I'll speak here, then." He took a deep breath, as if making a major decision. "You're right. I've been taming you."The words came out of his mouth more cruelly than mine."I knew from the beginning you wouldn't leave. Your love f
Wilson remained in Moose County.He did not stay in my old place. Instead, he rented a cottage across from the alley entrance, the window facing my gate.Every morning at 7:00 am, a bag of breakfast would appear at the gate. Milk, buns, and a small box of cut fruits. All were the things I ate, and there was no crab meat.He even checked the dietary restrictions after my surgery and made a list of them to stick on the cottage wall.Martha told me about it. Her tone when she spoke up for him was a mixture of heartache and lament. "Sweetie, that man's eyes are all swollen from crying. Just go and see him."I accepted the breakfast but did not respond to him.On the fifth day, Noelle came. She appeared at the alley entrance, wearing a blue dress and holding a white umbrella. Her makeup was exquisite, and she looked like someone out of a magazine.She saw me sitting at the gate and smiled. "Jaclyn, it's been a long time since we last met."I looked at her. "We have nothing to do wit
Wilson knelt outside for four hours, from dusk till nightfall.The neighbors passed by three times. The first time was out of curiosity, the second time out of sympathy, and the third time, they brought an umbrella.Moose County's rain came quickly, especially at night.I sat by the window and saw through the curtain that he knelt in the rain, his white shirt sticking to his back. He looked like a building that was about to collapse.I did not open the door.Three years ago, he never cared about me when he looked more respectable. There was no reason for me to pity him when he was disheveled.The next morning, he was still at the alley entrance when I went out to buy groceries. He had stopped kneeling and was leaning against the wall, his lips dry and pale. Next to him was a cup of cold milk and two hard-boiled eggs. They were given to him by Martha Lennon from the alley's breakfast shop."You'll faint if you don't eat something." I stopped for a moment as I passed by.He looke






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