Love's Lost Ember, Fading in the Cold

After I called him for the tenth time, it finally went through.

But it wasn't Wilson who answered. It was his mistress. "Cierra, Mr. Burch is busy right now. Maybe you could call back later."

"Give the phone to Wilson," I said coldly, suppressing my bitterness.

Compared to me, she seemed more like his wife.

But no matter how neglected I was, I was still Wilson's wife. Celeste had no choice but to hand the phone back to Wilson. Moments later, his familiar voice came through.

"What is it?"

I tried to calm down. "I'm sick."