Petra passes through the door of the hospital room where her husband was admitted. Today Bryan was finally going home, and Petra was there to pick him up and take him home; however, she stopped abruptly when she saw her husband sitting in a wheelchair. He was dressed in a black three-piece suit, a white dress shirt, and a black tie.
Bryan was breathtaking.
Petra disguised her scrutinizing look over her husband and walked towards him, who was looking her up and down.
— You’re dressed differently today, — says Bryan, assessing Petra’s outfit.
— Because today I chose my own clothes, your mother wanted to dress me like her little doll, picking out my clothes and making me be someone I wasn’t, — she says bluntly. — I won’t do what she wants anymore, and if you feel the same way, screw you t
