Has Sarah really lost her mind, or is she pretending? Before, whenever I brought up the divorce, she would start begging me. Then why does she want the divorce now? The Sarah I know also looks at me with pure love and admiration despite the ways I have treated her for the past seven years. She has endured all my tortures just to get my love. But this Sarah is looking at me with pure hatred in her eyes. She didn't even argue or beg me. Instead, it looks like she's eager for the divorce.
I felt a sharp pain in my chest and passed out. When I woke up, Sarah was peeking at my face curiously. The old Sarah I know would have started crying or running around the hospital to get help. Now she doesn't really care about me.
"Hey, Mr. Smith, I thought you were dead. Can we get the divorce now? I have something important to do with my time," Sarah had asked me when I regained consciousness.
"What is important that she wants to do with her time? She had quit her job seven years ago just to take care of me. She became a full-time housewife, but that only made me hate her more.
I never loved her, and she knows that. Even my family knows that Lilly is the one I love and wanted to marry, but they threatened to disown me and give our company to charity if I did not marry Sarah. And they gave a condition that I must be married to her for seven years before I can bring up divorce. Throughout the years we have been married, I have never touched Sarah, seeing her face alone repulses me. I continued showering my love on Lilly. I spent most of the nights in the condo I bought for her. Lilly has been the sweetest girl I know: kind, gentle, and pure. She promised to wait for me until the seven years are over with me, and she has kept to her word. And in exchange, I made sure no man ever came close to her, and she never lacked anything.
This year, my marriage to Sarah clocked seven years, and I have been bringing up the divorce talks to her, but each time she has refused to sign the divorce papers.
Just to frustrate her into divorcing me, I had asked Lilly to move in with us.
But still, she had refused to sign the divorce papers. Instead, she started tormenting Lilly.
Lilly was always complaining that Sarah was tormenting her.
She would come to me crying, saying Sarah mocked her, insulted her, or tried to humiliate her in front of the staff. And of course, I always believed Lilly. My Lilly is a very gentle and kind girl, and she never raised her voice at anyone. Sarah, on the other hand, was hell-bent on making things very difficult for Lilly.
Every time she made Lilly cry, I always made sure I punished her severely for it.
I still remember the day Lilly told me Sarah had thrown away her favorite dress I bought for her from my trip to Italy. I confronted Sarah, and instead of apologizing, she just stood there silently, her face pale. That made me even angrier. I shouted at her, called her jealous and insecure. I made her kneel in front of Lilly and apologize, which she did without an argument.
And yet, the next day, Lilly said Sarah had called her a mistress. I couldn't understand it. Why couldn't Sarah just behave? Why did she always make things so complicated for Lilly?
But something seems different today. This Sarah sitting before me looks like a different person. She even raised her hand at me. Sarah slapped me? Something must be wrong with her brain. I gestured to the doctor to come over to where I was standing at the far corner of the room.
"Doctor, is everything okay with her?" I asked.
"Yes, Mr. Smith, everything seems to be fine with Mrs. Smith. But I suggest we do a brain scan on her."
"Go ahead, do it," I ordered.
"But there's a problem, Mr. Smith."
"What is the problem, Doctor?"
"How—how do we convince Mrs. Smith?" the doctor asked.
The doctor has a point. I looked at Sarah, who was sitting on the bed with a cold expression on her face. Maybe I should tell her myself. Almost immediately, Sarah turned her gaze to me, and I flinched. No, no—the doctor should tell her. It's his job, not mine. I straightened up, avoiding Sarah's cold gaze, and faced the doctor. "It's your job as a doctor. You go and tell her."
"What! Me?" the doctor screamed. "Mr. Smith, I think it will be easier for you to convince her since she's your wife."
"Do your job, or you will be fired," I threatened him. Just then, Sarah raised her head and glared at the doctor and me. We both flinched.
"Mr. Doctor, what seems to be the problem?" she asked.
"Ahh, Mrs. Smith—no, I mean, Your Highness," he said, bowing. "We need to carry out one more test on you to make sure you are perfectly fine before you can go home," the doctor explained as gently and carefully as he could.
"Home? Where is this home?" Sarah asked.
"Your—your home is with Mr. Smith. You live with him," the doctor explained to her. But instead, she glared at me, and I quickly averted my gaze.
Why am I suddenly so scared of Sarah now?
"Mr. Doctor, what test is that?" Sarah asked.
"It's a brain test," the doctor replied.
Sarah suddenly flared up in rage. "Are you saying your queen is mentally unstable?" she asked. "How dare you say that, Mr. Doctor?" She yelled, grabbing the doctor by the neck and lifting him off the ground with one hand.
"Please, Mrs. Smith, I'm sorry. I can't breathe," the doctor pleaded.
Sarah dropped the man immediately. She turned to look at me, and I quickly ran to hide in a corner. She finally let the doctor go after much pleading from him.
"Thank—thank you, Mrs. Smith—no, I mean, Your Highness," the doctor said, trying to run out of the room.
"Wait!" Sarah, let's do the scan," she said coldly, walking out of the room without sparing me another glance, with the doctor running behind her.
I came out of my hiding spot. "Has Sarah really lost her mind?" I will wait for the brain test results to be out before I can conclude on anything.
I checked my wristwatch, and it's been thirty minutes since they went into the room, and they are still not out yet. "How long does a brain scan take?" I asked myself, pacing up and down outside the room.
"Run! She's coming! Run!"
Where is the voice coming from, and where are they running to? I looked up and saw the doctor and nurses that went in with Sarah for the scan running for their dear lives. And Sarah was chasing after them with a very big syringe. She was yelling, "How dare you trick your queen? How dare you ask your queen to enter that whirlpool? I will surely finish you up today, Mr. Doctor."
One of the nurses ran to me and hid behind my back. "Mr. Smith, please save me. She wants to kill me," the nurse pleaded with me. The doctor ran past us, still screaming for help.
I shook the nurse off of me and took to my heels too. I don't know why I was running, but the look on Sarah's face—her eyes were blazing red, she had this murderous look on her face—and I won't wait for her to slap me again.