It hurts so, so much, God.
His scent was all around her, and this...made sense. This was his room, after all.
But what didn't make sense at all?
The fact that she'd come to this room in the first place.
I feel so pathetic, God.
Her body curled up in an even smaller ball at the thought, almost like it was trying to shrink into nothing. Shame was eating her alive. All the memories that used to make her smile and feel loved—-everything now felt so terribly, humiliatingly fake.
What do You want me to do now?
Her love for God prevented her from being the first to seek divorce, but...could she simply walk away instead? Just...just ask for space so she would never see him again?
Because if she did, oh God...
The thought alone had her jerking up.
No no no.
She couldn't bear it. But the speed in which she rose and scrambled off the bed—-
It completely backfired, and she ended up falling, excruciating pain shooting up her injured leg—-
It almost felt like punishment for being so stupid...until she heard the door outside open, and she realized it was actually God preventing her from crashing into the last person she wanted to see.
Olivio.
Her hands flew to her mouth, and it was all she could do not to cry as she listened to him speak. The sound of his voice alone hurt. Everything just hurt so, so much that at first, she couldn't understand anything.
Please.
Oh God.
Please.
The tears finally fell, silently and endlessly, and as sobs racked her body, it was then God answered her prayer, and his words gradually pierced the haze of her heartbreak.
"Is she with you?"
He...was looking for her?
"Don't lie to me."
"I made a mistake."
"She thinks I stayed married to her to close a deal."
Chelsea covered her ears.
No, no, no.
She didn't want to hear anything else.
Was so terrified of being hurt anew that she wished she could just stop making her ears work—-
"I love her, Father."
