“I’m leaving,” I glanced at my watch. It was almost six o’clock, and I needed to return to the hospital for my medication. Without it, the cancer would flare up, and the bone-deep agony would overwhelm me, likely killing me.
“Madam, please don’t go!” John rushed to block my path, his brow furrowed in concern. “Are you really going to divorce Mr. York? Do you know what he’s sacrificed for your health?”
I narrowed my eyes. “Then tell me, what has he done for me that makes up for the pain he’s put me through these past four years?”
Before John could respond, the sound of a car pulling into the courtyard echoed in the stillness.
“Mr. York is back!” John looked toward the window, visibly relieved, and hurried towards the entrance of York Villa.
Frowning, I looked out the window. Aaron
