My Husband Chose His Mistress Over Me in the ER - Chapter 10: Chapter 10
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The busy, fulfilling days didn't last long before my colleague dropped a bombshell.
"Mr. Mark went looking for you. Yesterday, he flew into a rage—tore up the client's contract and kicked them out. Then he rushed to buy a ticket, and this morning? No-show at work."
My hand froze mid-order, but I forced myself to keep working like nothing had happened.
I hadn't told anyone my new address. What was there to be afraid of?
Still, maybe it was just paranoia, but for days after, I couldn't shake the feeling of eyes burning into me from the shadows—hot, relentless, impossible to ignore.
Just as the unease settled deep in my gut, the pet store's glass door chimed open.
"Welcome! How can I help you?" I rattled off the greeting without looking up.
"Rachel."
That voice—low, rough, achingly familiar—made the smile drop from my face before I even lifted my head.
"What are you doing here?"
Mark stood there, unshaven, hair a mess, looking nothing like the polished man I once knew. The difference was so stark it took me a second to recognize him.
"Rachel, come back with me." His eyes were bloodshot, voice raw. "You blocked me. It took forever to find you. How could you just—"
He reached for me. I jerked back.
"Mark. We're divorced."
The words hit him like a physical blow, bending him at the waist.
"Then let's remarry. I'll give you anything. I was impulsive before—it was my fault. Just don't leave me." His breath hitched. "I misunderstood you. I was wrong. I should've known better than to believe anyone else over you. Please. Forgive me."
I stared at him, lips curling into something bitter.
"You think I left because you wronged me? That was just the last straw. Your heart had already wandered. You stopped seeing me—stopped caring. And now?" I scoffed. "Now you're here because you realized I'm more useful than Olivia."
His face twisted, ugly with pain.
I kept going. "You think it's just about one project? Try our anniversary. Or the time you left me alone in the hospital. Or—"
With every word, he crumpled further, until he was crouched on the floor, fingers tangled in his hair.
"I didn't know," he choked out. "I didn't realize—God, Rachel, I never meant—"
"You never mean anything. That's the problem." My voice turned icy. "You always expect me to just get over it. To comfort myself while you move on. Well, guess what? Those problems don't disappear. They pile up. And eventually?" I met his shattered gaze. "They crush you."
A deep breath. The disgust in my chest was a living thing.
"Get out. Right now, looking at you makes me sick."
"Mr. Mark went looking for you. Yesterday, he flew into a rage—tore up the client's contract and kicked them out. Then he rushed to buy a ticket, and this morning? No-show at work."
My hand froze mid-order, but I forced myself to keep working like nothing had happened.
I hadn't told anyone my new address. What was there to be afraid of?
Still, maybe it was just paranoia, but for days after, I couldn't shake the feeling of eyes burning into me from the shadows—hot, relentless, impossible to ignore.
Just as the unease settled deep in my gut, the pet store's glass door chimed open.
"Welcome! How can I help you?" I rattled off the greeting without looking up.
"Rachel."
That voice—low, rough, achingly familiar—made the smile drop from my face before I even lifted my head.
"What are you doing here?"
Mark stood there, unshaven, hair a mess, looking nothing like the polished man I once knew. The difference was so stark it took me a second to recognize him.
"Rachel, come back with me." His eyes were bloodshot, voice raw. "You blocked me. It took forever to find you. How could you just—"
He reached for me. I jerked back.
"Mark. We're divorced."
The words hit him like a physical blow, bending him at the waist.
"Then let's remarry. I'll give you anything. I was impulsive before—it was my fault. Just don't leave me." His breath hitched. "I misunderstood you. I was wrong. I should've known better than to believe anyone else over you. Please. Forgive me."
I stared at him, lips curling into something bitter.
"You think I left because you wronged me? That was just the last straw. Your heart had already wandered. You stopped seeing me—stopped caring. And now?" I scoffed. "Now you're here because you realized I'm more useful than Olivia."
His face twisted, ugly with pain.
I kept going. "You think it's just about one project? Try our anniversary. Or the time you left me alone in the hospital. Or—"
With every word, he crumpled further, until he was crouched on the floor, fingers tangled in his hair.
"I didn't know," he choked out. "I didn't realize—God, Rachel, I never meant—"
"You never mean anything. That's the problem." My voice turned icy. "You always expect me to just get over it. To comfort myself while you move on. Well, guess what? Those problems don't disappear. They pile up. And eventually?" I met his shattered gaze. "They crush you."
A deep breath. The disgust in my chest was a living thing.
"Get out. Right now, looking at you makes me sick."
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