I notice there is another messaged unopened from thirty minutes ago.
Sterling : I won’t be home until eight.
It’s almost five now. He honestly just doesn’t give a shit about me. Tears start to well in my eyes.
Hannah cares so much, and Sterling doesn’t care at all. For God’s sake, my oncologist is going above and beyond by being here, catching my vomit and giving me meds, when it should be my husband.
I start to sob uncontrollably. I cry for the terrible pain I feel from being sick, for my loveless marriage, and for so many other reasons.
“Crystal, are you okay? Why are you crying?” Liam asks as he walks back in, holding a damp washcloth. I can’t speak. I can’t tell him all my problems; he is my doctor. I look away, feeling ashamed. He places the washcloth on my forehead, and pushes stray hairs behind my ears, softly rubbing my hair.
“It’s going to be okay,” he says quietly. As I turn my head, his green eyes find mine. They are so warm. I manage to smile at him.
“God, I hope so,” I whisper.
CHAPTER 11 - Shocked
The chemo hits me hard, and the next week is back to being in hell. I’m vomiting five times a day, my hair is now falling out in clumps, and I cry every time I see how much I’m losing.
On the Thursday after, it feels like I may be finally having a good day. I shower, wash my hair, that is now very thin, and manage a bit of housework. Then I manage to take a small trip to the grocery store with Hannah.
“I want to grab Sterling his favourite sub from the deli. Do you think we could drop it off at his work?” I ask Hannah. I even surprise myself. Why do I still go out of my way for him?
“Are you well enough for that? Does he even deserve that?” Hannah asks, looking concerned.
“No, he doesn’t, but I’m not going to stoop to his level. It’s just a sub.”
We ride the lift up to the twentieth floor where his office is. It is very quiet. His receptionist is not at her desk, so maybe they went to lunch.
I head to his office door, give a slight knock, and then push it open.
I swear I almost fucking collapse when I realise what the fuck I am looking at. Thank God Hannah is behind me to grab me as I lean backwards.
There is Sterling’s secretary, bent over his desk, with him entering her from behind.
“Yes, Sterling,” she moans, totally unaware that we are there.
“What the fuck, Sterling?” I scream. I don’t recognise the voice I just used, but it’s the new, angry, ‘Don’t take shit from no one’ voice.
He is startled as he pulls up his pants and swiftly turns around, and the look on his face is priceless. It’s one of shock, guilt, and confusion.
“Crystal, what are you doing here?” he has the fucking nerve to ask me.
“What the fuck am I doing here? Oh, that’s right, ‘Poor Crystal is at home, recovering from chemotherapy, waiting for her husband to come home to her, but he is too busy fucking his slutty secretary’!” I scream again, feeling utterly disgusted.
“It’s not what it looks like,” he pleads. Is he fucking kidding me? Do I look stupid?
The slut is pulling down her extremely tight dress and not looking slightly guilty or sorry for what I just saw.
“You slut,” I shriek and take off running at her, tackling her to the ground. “How dare you!” I pull her hair, knee her in the stomach, and dig my nails into her arm.
“Sterling, get her off me!” she shrieks. The audacity of this bitch.
“Sterling Hunt, you stupid asshole. I have never liked you and knew you were no good, and you have proved me right,” Hannah hollers at him while he tries to pull me off his whore.
“You are a weak man, Sterling, What kind of person fucks someone else when his wife is having treatments for cancer? What kind of person would rather be at work than at home with his beautiful, caring, and amazing wife? You married her! Do you remember the fucking
Sterling : I won’t be home until eight.
It’s almost five now. He honestly just doesn’t give a shit about me. Tears start to well in my eyes.
Hannah cares so much, and Sterling doesn’t care at all. For God’s sake, my oncologist is going above and beyond by being here, catching my vomit and giving me meds, when it should be my husband.
I start to sob uncontrollably. I cry for the terrible pain I feel from being sick, for my loveless marriage, and for so many other reasons.
“Crystal, are you okay? Why are you crying?” Liam asks as he walks back in, holding a damp washcloth. I can’t speak. I can’t tell him all my problems; he is my doctor. I look away, feeling ashamed. He places the washcloth on my forehead, and pushes stray hairs behind my ears, softly rubbing my hair.
“It’s going to be okay,” he says quietly. As I turn my head, his green eyes find mine. They are so warm. I manage to smile at him.
“God, I hope so,” I whisper.
CHAPTER 11 - Shocked
The chemo hits me hard, and the next week is back to being in hell. I’m vomiting five times a day, my hair is now falling out in clumps, and I cry every time I see how much I’m losing.
On the Thursday after, it feels like I may be finally having a good day. I shower, wash my hair, that is now very thin, and manage a bit of housework. Then I manage to take a small trip to the grocery store with Hannah.
“I want to grab Sterling his favourite sub from the deli. Do you think we could drop it off at his work?” I ask Hannah. I even surprise myself. Why do I still go out of my way for him?
“Are you well enough for that? Does he even deserve that?” Hannah asks, looking concerned.
“No, he doesn’t, but I’m not going to stoop to his level. It’s just a sub.”
We ride the lift up to the twentieth floor where his office is. It is very quiet. His receptionist is not at her desk, so maybe they went to lunch.
I head to his office door, give a slight knock, and then push it open.
I swear I almost fucking collapse when I realise what the fuck I am looking at. Thank God Hannah is behind me to grab me as I lean backwards.
There is Sterling’s secretary, bent over his desk, with him entering her from behind.
“Yes, Sterling,” she moans, totally unaware that we are there.
“What the fuck, Sterling?” I scream. I don’t recognise the voice I just used, but it’s the new, angry, ‘Don’t take shit from no one’ voice.
He is startled as he pulls up his pants and swiftly turns around, and the look on his face is priceless. It’s one of shock, guilt, and confusion.
“Crystal, what are you doing here?” he has the fucking nerve to ask me.
“What the fuck am I doing here? Oh, that’s right, ‘Poor Crystal is at home, recovering from chemotherapy, waiting for her husband to come home to her, but he is too busy fucking his slutty secretary’!” I scream again, feeling utterly disgusted.
“It’s not what it looks like,” he pleads. Is he fucking kidding me? Do I look stupid?
The slut is pulling down her extremely tight dress and not looking slightly guilty or sorry for what I just saw.
“You slut,” I shriek and take off running at her, tackling her to the ground. “How dare you!” I pull her hair, knee her in the stomach, and dig my nails into her arm.
“Sterling, get her off me!” she shrieks. The audacity of this bitch.
“Sterling Hunt, you stupid asshole. I have never liked you and knew you were no good, and you have proved me right,” Hannah hollers at him while he tries to pull me off his whore.
“You are a weak man, Sterling, What kind of person fucks someone else when his wife is having treatments for cancer? What kind of person would rather be at work than at home with his beautiful, caring, and amazing wife? You married her! Do you remember the fucking
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