I leaned against the wall.
What did he mean, if she doesn’t survive it? What kind of procedure was he planning to have performed on me?
Had my husband finally grown tired of taking care of me? Did he want to get rid of me so he could spend his remaining years without any responsibilities?
Then I heard his next words.
“Just please, when you bring her in, don’t tell her that I arranged everything.”
I couldn’t take it anymore. I pushed open the door.
“ROBERT!”
My husband jumped out of his chair.
“Margaret…”
“Are you trying to get rid of me? Is that why you paid all that money?”
The doctor stood up, looking startled. Robert approached me, but I stepped backward.
“Don’t touch me! I heard everything!”
His eyes filled with tears.
“Sweetheart, you’ve misunderstood.”
“Then why did you sign agreements behind my back? Why did the doctor say I might not survive?”
Robert looked at the doctor. The doctor slowly walked toward his desk and picked up a thick folder.
“Mrs. Margaret, please sit down. Your husband should have spoken to you about this a long time ago.”Get Marriage Tips
I refused.
“I want to go home right now!”
At that moment, a young woman wearing a white medical coat entered the room. She was holding a small device.
“Doctor, the operating room is ready.
I burst into tears.
“NO! I’M NOT GOING ANYWHERE!”
Robert dropped to his knees in front of me.
My 84-year-old husband, who could barely walk without difficulty, knelt on the cold hospital floor.
“Margaret, I would never hurt you. But I made a decision without asking you, and you have every right to be angry with me.”
Then he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small black box. Inside was my old hearing aid. I froze.
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