Drowning in Regret
Victoria walked into my hospital room dressed head-to-toe in luxury, her face glowing with health. After glancing at my pale, exhausted appearance, she laughed softly and sat at the edge of my bed.
She sneered and said, "Wow, you're really still alive. You must have nine lives."
The overwhelming scent of her perfume made me nauseous, and I instinctively shifted farther away. "What are you doing here? Where's Patrick?"
Victoria gently placed her purse on my bedside table, flicked her hair back, and smiled mockingly. "Oh, he's busy decorating a nursery for me and learning to cook healthy meals. You know how overly cautious new fathers can be."