The Man I Saved Is Now Dead To Me

Synopsis

"You're free to go." Those were the first words out of his mouth the second Michael Carter opened his eyes. I had spent thirty-seven grueling nights camped outside the ICU. For him, I liquidated everything. I sold the condo I bought with my own inheritance, the one intended to be my "happily ever after" home. I drained every cent of my mother's retirement fund, leaving her with nothing. I even walked away from a career making $10,000 a month because I couldn't leave him alone in a coma. And now, he was finally awake. He looked at me, but his eyes were flat, like he was staring at a total stranger instead of the woman who had moved mountains to save him. "I've already said what needed to be said to my mom," he added. "You can leave now." I didn't cry. The tears simply wouldn't come. Instead, a bubble of hysterical laughter rose in my throat.