Then, I pulled out my phone and started to type. "Leo, I just sent you my resignation letter. I'll have Human Resources process my resignation letter over the next couple of days."
Leo gritted his teeth, his gaze fixed on me as he said, “Julie, are you sure about this?”
I had no desire to waste any more words on him. I turned to leave, but I only walked a few steps, when Evelyn grabbed my sleeve.
Just a few minutes ago, a blogger just posted another update. "My husband’s ex actually tried to seduce him by putting on my wedding dress. He was so disgusted he told her to take it off!"
"That shameless woman messed up my favorite dress, but luckily, my husband promised to take me shopping for a new one. Since he bought me a custom made bracelet worth of fifteen hundred dollars today, I’ll graciously forgive him."
When I looked at the picture of the bracelet and noticed it was exactly the same as the one Jimmy gave me, a chilling suspicion crept over me.
It was becoming impossible to ignore the signs. The person she said was her "husband” was none other than Jimmy, the man I had risked everything to save, the man I was supposed to marry.
That night, Jimmy did not return to our bedroom.
Soft laughter from the guest room next door that penetrated through the walls, drove me into a restless, sleepless state. I did fall asleep until just before dawn, and even then, it was a fitful sleep.
It was not until dawn, that Jimmy walked in and kicked me to wake me up without hesitation.
"Are you planning to sleep all day? Don’t forget you’re a housewife. Or are you waiting for me to serve you breakfast?"
The blow landed right on my injured leg, and I couldn’t stifle a gasp of pain.
Only when he saw me grimace, did he seem to notice something went wrong. Frowning, he pulled back the blanket, his eyes were met with a swollen and red stump.
"Debbie! How did you hurt your leg like this?” he exclaimed.
Before I could respond to his question, he bent down and lifted me into his arms. "Never mind, I'll take you to the hospital now to have it checked out.”
As I curled up in his arms, I caught a glimpse of his worried expression. For a fleeting moment, guilt tugged at my heart.
Maybe I had misunderstood him. After all, a similar dress didn’t necessarily mean anything, and maybe all of this really was just a coincidence.