บท 199: Newspaper Headlines

My illusion collapsed onto a pristine tiled floor. He doesn't love me. The moment I woke up in the hospital, he made it clear. He disliked me. The word dislike is an understatement. Abhorred would be the right word to describe how he feels towards me.

The million dollar question now is, "What caused him to hate me?"

Suddenly, as if the heavens answered my question, my gaze dropped to the newspaper I placed on the side of the bed and found myself staring at the headline written in black capital letters and highlighted in red. THE 'BITCH OF THE CENTURY' IS BORN. 

Unfolding the newspaper, to see the rest of the article, I found myself staring at the sordid image of a man and a woman locked in a passionate kiss. Shock hit me like a sharp bolt of lightning, realizing that I was the woman and the handsome man was not my husband.