Two days later.
Bella:
I wipe my tears the moment the doctor left the ward, but they keep spilling over no matter how hard I try to stop them.
I’m still lying here on this uncomfortable hospital bed, my body feeling weak and heavy, like it doesn’t even belong to me anymore.
The thin sheet barely covers me, and the constant beeping of the monitor next to me makes everything feel too real.
Nothing hurts more than the fact that I couldn’t make it to that job interview, tears started falling from my eyes again, hot and unstoppable. How will I pay for my mother’s hospital bills? I don’t have any money. No savings, no emergency fund, nothing.
“Miss, are you sure you married him?” the doctor had asked just minutes ago, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he looked at his notes.
“We jus
