Vincent picked up the call.Marilyn’s voice was weak, brittle, almost unrecognizable. “Vincent, I feel terrible.”He guessed right away — it was probably her period again, and she was in agony.“Go lie down and rest. I’m working late, I’ll be home later,” he replied, his tone clipped, distracted.Marilyn was drenched in sweat, her vision swimming, her stomach turning in nauseous waves that wouldn’t let her vomit. For weeks she had pushed herself too hard, desperate to pay down the debt crushing her. She hadn’t rested in what felt like forever.Just then, May approached Vincent with an expectant look, so he hurriedly wrapped up the call.“Marilyn, take a painkiller. My boss is coming. If he sees me on the phone, he’ll be pissed,” he added before hanging up, giving her no chance to say another word.Marilyn bit her lip, tears of exhaustion and humiliation welling. Usually strong-willed, she now found herself gripping the steering wheel with trembling hands. She could hardly see through t
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