I'll Be Gone

“"GOOD morning," I greeted the woman at the information desk. "Good morning, ma'am," she greeted back and smiled. "On which floor is Dr. de Cervantes?" I politely asked him and frowned at him. "5th floor, ma'am. Who are they?" If before there was a smile on his lips, now he is frowning and looks ... angry? "I'm Arthea Primero-de Cervantes. I'm his wife," I replied smiling and seemed proud to tell her that I was Dr. Cervantes' wife. of Cervantes. "I'm not kidding you," he said without emotion and I frowned. "Me either, I'm not joking around, miss. I just want to know where my husband's office is," I said and there was no emotion in my voice. Do I look like I'm joking with him? Not really, ah? I just want to know which floor my husband's office is on. Ay! It's on the 5th floor! He says. I was about to leave the girl when she stopped me. "Dr. de Cervantes went out earlier with his wife, miss," he said and really emphasized the word 'wife'. And at what he said it was as if a needle had sunk into my chest. Did I hear something wrong? Si ano? Is my husband with his wife? Seriously? E, I'm still here. Who is that wife? "W-who?" I asked stunned. "Jillian de Cervantes," she replied smiling. Huh? Jillian? Jillian de Cervantes? When else did de Cervantes change his surname? And what? J-jillian? Oh, yeah! Jillian, Jillian is his first love. I was holding onto my chest as I felt its pain more. None of my own walked back and I didn't even notice the tears I had falling from my eyes. I was at the exit of the hospital when I saw my wife ... and she was with that woman. "Thank you for the treat, babe," I heard Jillian say and I stopped walking. "No problem, babe," my wife said with a smile. He was really different when he was with Jillian. With this woman Lervin rejoices. They were walking in my direction and I felt like I was stuck where I was. I can't move and I'm having a hard time. Lervin stopped walking when he saw me and I was confused. I started to walk and I did. But I also lost my balance and stumbled. I could feel the pain in my chin and I definitely had a wound from it. Funny, I can't stand it. I could not move my body. "Miss, are you okay?" the man in front of me asked. Do I look okay in this situation? That was what I would have said to that man, but even my voice I could not get out. This is not the first time this has happened to me. Often, I lose my balance and often I can't speak. Why is it? Is something wrong with me? Am I not normal? "Stand up, stupi-d." Tears welled up in my cheeks as I heard her cold voice. My husband ...”