“Pack these for us.” Steve handed the clothes to the store attendant. Steve was here, standing by my side. My legs began to tremble like they were made of water.
Beside him, the woman he had cheated on me with, was present. Beads of sweat began to form around my forehead. This was my husband, the man that cheated on me, divorced me and even killed me—he was standing by my side, oblivious of who I was.
“Bella, is there anything you'd like me to help you with?”
“Oh,” I let out a nervous chuckle. It was that moment that Steve turned to look at me. I felt like his stare would pierce through me and he would instantly recognize me as his wife, or ex-wife rather.
Instead, he collected the package and walked towards the exit with his hand draped around the woman's waist.
“Bella, you've been a
