I Met My Ex at the Summit

Synopsis

Three years after divorcing my wealthy husband, I met him again at the summit of a snow-covered mountain. I was now working as a low-level guide at a remote expedition base. I would risk for money when necessary. He, meanwhile, was the kind of man others in her team spoke of with admiration. He was a perfect lover who had once chartered ten helicopters to rescue a girlfriend after nothing more than a twisted ankle. When we crossed paths, neither of us spoke. That changed only after I agreed to a 3 thousand dollar fee and, with my bare hands, pried open a glacial crevasse, injuring a ring finger in the process. Looking at my swollen and infected hand, he seized my wrist, eyes reddened with anger. He said, "Rather than come to me, you'd break your own hands and feet doing this kind of work? "Lily, how long are you going to keep this up?" I looked at his face that was so familiar it felt unreal and let out a short laugh. I said, "Ask you? And would it have made any difference?" He had forgotten. Years ago, when our son needed urgent medical treatment, I had pleaded with him for three days. He had been asleep beside another woman. In the end, I never received the money. Our child died, and there was not even a place to hold his ashes.