My heart nearly stopped. “What do you mean?”
“They’re getting divorced.”
Chapter 49
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I COULDN’T REMEMBER the last pleasant meal I had or a good and long soak in the tub. When was the last time I caught a good sleep? I couldn’t even remember if what day was today, or was it day or night?
I spent days in my bed for days, crying, dwelling in my pain, and my losses. I lost everyone I cared about. The only person who promised and stayed by my side was my father—the last person I expected.
He’d been checking up on me every now and then, sometimes when I was sitting on the bed, lying down, and biting my meal when I couldn’t take the hunger anymore.
One day, I felt I was sweating, feeling dizzy, then I realized I might have low blood sugar. I had to eat. I didn’t want to c
