Splintered Heart

2.

The next day, Tuesday, 9th November.

At 6: 30 A.M.

I groaned as I woke up at the ringing of my fucking alarm clock.

Hudson was snoring beside me.

The events of last night flashed in my mind and my lips immediately formed a frown.

I got up, finished my morning routine and went down to make breakfast.

I intentionally avoided making breakfast for Hudson.

Let that son of a bitch learn some lesson and go without food for a day.

I internally patted myself for my plan and continued to make myself breakfast.

After having my breakfast, I looked up at the clock.

'Shit.' It's already 7: 30. I am fucking late again.

I hurriedly took my bag, wallet, phone and house keys.

I checked my bag to see that I had everything necessary and left the house.

Hudson was still sleeping when I got out.

'Why I am thinking about him?'

I shouldn't give a fuck.

I sighed while waiting for the bus at the bus station.

'Did I seriously love him so much after all that he does to me?'

I am really the greatest idiot living on this planet.

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At the hospital, 9:36 A.M.

I hurried into the changing room.

I thought that I would be late but thankfully I was not.

In fact, I was way too early for my shift as it started from 10: 30 A.M.

I sat down on the bench in our changing room.

Many people passed by me but I did not notice anyone.

I did not like talking to anyone and enjoyed my time sitting alone.

It was not like I did not talk at all. I did, but there were very few with whom I had an actual conversation.

I switched on my phone that I had switched off last night.

You may have thought that I might see many missed calls and messages from my friends and family the moment I open my phone, but the answer is a big 'No.'

Nobody thought about me nor did they care.

I had sacrificed my family to marry Hudson and now my mom and dad do not talk to me also.

They feel I am a disgrace and mind you, we have not seen each other ever since.

But the funniest part is, the man I sacrificed everything for is a complete jerk.

I do have friends from my workplace but no one is so close to me.

I went to my Instagram and checked through my DMs.

15 messages from Cade Johnson.

'Is he for real?' I thought.

I tapped his account and went through the messages.

"Good morning Belle."

"How are you?"

"How have you been?"