One Night Stand with my Husband

, a lovely mansion wi

weary eyes staring at the empty space beside her. It had become a familiar sight—a husband who was physically presen

mained fixed on the newspaper in front of him, his silence was a constant reminder of their growing apart marriage. She stared at her husb

ne mustered the courage

, her voice laced with a m

oday. My appointment is at noon

r a glance, pretending as if her words were mere echoes in the air. His silence spoke volume

ure of her husband's actions stung more than any physical pain she endured. She couldn’t hold it in and wanted to confront him but s

a simple breakfast, hoping that perhaps the aroma of warm food would entice him to say a word to her, even in appreciati

f any warmth or acknowledgment. He ignored the food in front of him, as if the gesture of nourish

folded the paper and walked straight into

nment. She had become a mere thing in their home, invisible and insig

a tie for him but he choose another instead leaving her stranded. His hasty footsteps could be cou

s been her partner in life. And with a mix of sadness and regret, she

p, the door to another room opene

ng mother”

ld like to have my bre

I get it ready, once it is done

ill do just tha

eplied and turned back into the k

eal for Richard, she had used almost all the ingredien

She decided on a classic spread: scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, freshly squeezed orange juice, and a b

sound of crackling filled her ears. She watched attentively as the bacon transformed from pink to golden brown, ensuring it was perfectly cooked and crispy. The orange juice wa

re made, Elaine knocked

e started hoping that finally s

seasoned, the bacon was golden and crisp, and the croissants were a sight to behold. The vibrant orange juice sparkled in

ange juice, her delicate

ally captured the essence of freshness," she complim

ambled eggs. However, to her dismay, Mary's expression changed slightly. Her brows furrowed

a bit overcooked, dear. They could have been softer, and the

ied with any effort she made, why then did she think that she would appreciate her food. Elaine felt a pang

disappointment, Ela

'll keep that in mind for next time." She focused

greasiness and the croissants being a touch too flaky for her preference. However, Elaine

ering herself anymore with what Mary had to say. She finished her own meal with

tchen, Elaine realized that everything she did was never going to be acknowledged by both her h

lden glow over the kitchen. She made way

nd independent woman. She had faced numerous challenges in her life, but nothing could have prepared her for what awaited her at the hospital that day. It was still sunny w

antiseptic, Elaine's heart raced with anticipation. Finally, her name was called, and she followed the n

ine could sense the gravity of the situation from the moment she saw his sombe

ews to share with you," Dr. Anderson began,

, is it that serio

e already here then I should tell you anyways. Although I would need to h

chard wouldn't want to have anything to do with her. His work

s i

or” she demanded t

r tests indicate th

reverberated through her mind, echoing like an unwelcome guest. Tears welled up in her e

advanced stage," Dr. Anderson contin

r and the extent of its spread, I estimate that you have approximately

ughts raced through her mind, colliding with emotions too complex to unravel. Fear, anger, and sadness int

on Elaine's shoulder, offering her a mome

scuss different approaches to manage your symptoms and help improve your quality of life." he said but she knew all that was useless when he had already

ice barely a whisper.

ance of a comprehensive approach that would involve a team of specialists. He reassured Ela

mind full of questions. The world around her seemed different, as if the colors

e knew that her family would be happy that she would be gone soon. Her husban