99 Roses for Her, One Procedure for Me - Chapter 10: Chapter 10
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The next day, Samuel never made it to the City Clerk's Office.
After drowning his sorrows the night before, he'd gotten into a brawl with some bar thugs and wound up in the hospital. His mother came to me personally, begging me to visit him in the ICU, where he lay broken and defeated. But I refused.
A week later, over drinks with Sarah, she dropped the news—Samuel was now a vegetable. When she saw my complete lack of sympathy, her lips curled into a smirk as she continued, eager to share the latest on Emily's failed suicide attempt.
"That little b*tch refused the firefighters' help and ended up throwing herself off the building. Lucky for her, she got caught on a stairwell beam. Didn't die—just condemned to a wheelchair for life."
"Wow."
I barely glanced up from my phone, my indifference to their suffering obvious. Sarah, intrigued by my lack of reaction, kept sneaking glances at me.
"Damn, Natalie. Richard, that quiet guy, actually shot his shot? Did you say yes?"
"Don't be ridiculous," I scoffed, taking a delicate sip of my pistachio ice cream. "My dear husband is still rotting in the hospital, and I'm knee-deep in divorce paperwork. Romance is the last thing on my mind."
Sarah laughed. "You're ruthless. Even with your husband on death's door, all you care about is squeezing every last penny out of him."
Flattered by the compliment, I set my phone down and tilted my face toward the sky.
"The weather's perfect today."
Not a single cloud marred the endless blue.
Life had its storms, sure—but no darkness could ever truly extinguish the sun.
And I? I was my own sun now. Bruised, but unbroken. Healing, one day at a time.
[The End]
After drowning his sorrows the night before, he'd gotten into a brawl with some bar thugs and wound up in the hospital. His mother came to me personally, begging me to visit him in the ICU, where he lay broken and defeated. But I refused.
A week later, over drinks with Sarah, she dropped the news—Samuel was now a vegetable. When she saw my complete lack of sympathy, her lips curled into a smirk as she continued, eager to share the latest on Emily's failed suicide attempt.
"That little b*tch refused the firefighters' help and ended up throwing herself off the building. Lucky for her, she got caught on a stairwell beam. Didn't die—just condemned to a wheelchair for life."
"Wow."
I barely glanced up from my phone, my indifference to their suffering obvious. Sarah, intrigued by my lack of reaction, kept sneaking glances at me.
"Damn, Natalie. Richard, that quiet guy, actually shot his shot? Did you say yes?"
"Don't be ridiculous," I scoffed, taking a delicate sip of my pistachio ice cream. "My dear husband is still rotting in the hospital, and I'm knee-deep in divorce paperwork. Romance is the last thing on my mind."
Sarah laughed. "You're ruthless. Even with your husband on death's door, all you care about is squeezing every last penny out of him."
Flattered by the compliment, I set my phone down and tilted my face toward the sky.
"The weather's perfect today."
Not a single cloud marred the endless blue.
Life had its storms, sure—but no darkness could ever truly extinguish the sun.
And I? I was my own sun now. Bruised, but unbroken. Healing, one day at a time.
[The End]
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