Adrian soon ended up taking Kayla to the hospital.

The doctor checked Kayla out and found it was just a mild fever. It was nothing serious at all.

Kayla didn't even need any treatments. She just had to keep an eye on her fever, and maybe take some medicine if it didn't go away by night.

Adrian finally let out a sigh of relief.

He held Kayla close, and as they stared into each other's eyes, the room filled with a sickeningly sweet vibe.

Watching them was like being stabbed with a thousand needles in my heart.

My husband, whom I'd loved deeply for three years, was now cozying up to his ex on the very day I died.

Adrian was freaking out over Kayla's little fever, worrying like crazy.

And there I was, dying, begging him to take me to the hospital, and he just coldly accused me of putting on an act.

In a moment of quiet, Kayla seemed to think of me. Her eyes got all teary as she asked with concern, "Yvette is still out there. Do you think she's okay?"

Adrian gave a soft laugh and playfully pinched Kayla's nose. "Here you are sick, and still worrying about someone else."

As he thought about me, his tone turned annoyed. She was perfectly fine. She came back all messed up and put on that act just to make me worry about her. She's always so scheming, not innocent and sweet like you."

"Besides," Adrian narrowed his eyes and said, "Norman's with her. What could go wrong?"

Kayla lowered her head, but I caught a glimpse of a sly, triumphant smirk on her lips.

After leaving the hospital, Adrian, worried about Kayla being alone and not resting well, brought her back to our house.

Furious, I floated back home.

If I could have touched Adrian, I would have given him a good slap.

When we got married, Adrian and I had an agreement.

No matter how bad things got between us, whether we fought or went silent, we agreed never to bring someone of the opposite sex to stay the night at our home during our marriage.

Otherwise, the house would no longer feel like a home.

I couldn't believe Adrian would completely ditch our agreement for Kayla.

I floated into the master bedroom. The gift I'd prepped for Adrian was still there on the nightstand, untouched. It was meant to be a surprise for him.

I'd also bought a new outfit for my sister Jennifer's birthday after the camping trip.

Sadly, I'd never get to wear them.

From outside, Kayla's voice floated in, all sweet and sugary. "Adrian, can I sleep in the master bedroom tonight?"

Adrian paused, then affectionately rubbed Kayla's head. "Nope. Yvette would've hated anyone else sleeping in her room. Let's get you set up in a nice guest room, okay?"

Adrian led Kayla away, but she soon crept into my room.

She looked around, opened my closet, and grabbed my favorite nightgown before heading to the bathroom.

Half an hour later, she came out smelling like a bouquet. Wearing my nightgown, she went down to the living room.

Adrian was there, sitting with his legs crossed, glued to his phone.

He looked worried, furrowing his brow. I drifted closer and saw he was paused on our chat thread.

He hesitated a long while before typing: [Had enough fun? Aren't you coming back?]

Kayla saw Adrian on the couch and walked over with a smirk, confident she had him wrapped around her finger.

She snatched his phone, tossed it aside, and climbed onto his lap.

Every move she made screamed seduction. She leaned in and whispered, "Forget the phone, Adrian. I want..."

Adrian seemed taken aback for a moment, then gently pushed her off. "Knock it off, Kayla.

You're sick, remember? You need to rest. Head upstairs and get some sleep."

Adrian grabbed his phone off the sofa and went upstairs, leaving Kayla dumbfounded.

Kayla stared after him, disbelief painted across her face. It was the first time Adrian had ever turned her down.

Adrian went back to the master bedroom and closed the door behind him.

He didn't bother taking off his shoes or changing his clothes. He just flopped down on my bed.

I was seething.

Just two weeks ago, we'd started sleeping separately because of his thing with Kayla.

He'd been sleeping in his study lately. I couldn't figure out why he'd suddenly decided to crash here tonight.

[Yvette, do you even remember the way home?]

[Started not coming home at night, huh? Don't think I haven't figured out you're screwing around with Norman.]

Adrian fired off these two messages. Ten minutes ticked by without a response.

Adrian was acting off today. He skipped his usual nighttime routine and wasn't even glued to his phone.

Instead, he just sat there staring blankly at his phone screen.

I wondered, "Is he waiting for me to text him back?"

Sadly, he'd never get another message from me.

As Adrian waited, his eyes wandered to the unopened gift on the nightstand.

Curious, Adrian sat up, toyed with it for a bit, and then unwrapped it. It was a keyboard I had designed myself.

Adrian liked to unwind with computer games, and he had complained about how even the expensive keyboards he'd bought didn't cut it.

I kept that in mind.

As a keyboard designer, I tailored it to fit his habits, adding ergonomic features. It took me two whole months to design it just for him.

On the keyboard's box, I had written: [To my dear Adrian. Happy third anniversary.]

Adrian froze. It seemed to dawn on him that today was our third anniversary.

He looked at the note for a long while, a smile slowly forming on his face.

"Typical of her messy handwriting," he said.

After setting the gift aside, Adrian picked up his phone again, only to see that I still hadn't replied.

His face had just relaxed when it tightened up again. "Yvette, just never come back..."