“I should have known Haley” yelled Stuart unlatching the front door and floundering inside the house. Haley jumped off the car and started running after Stuart to stop him. Her eyes wet and sullen were spreading the mascara all over her cheeks. “I didn’t mean that Stu” cried Haley but the only thing that clanged in his mind was the picture of his wife kissing another man who was none other than his best friend. Stuart went straight to his bedroom and slammed the door. As for Haley it seemed sage that she uses the sofa as her bed and the living room as her actual room to spend her glum night. It was autumn and the night was exceedingly damp. Haley had her body covered with the old blanket she had dragged from the attic. She could feel the tears dripping off her lashes as she lay lifelessly and stared the ceiling. The idea that her infidelity have been dreadfully exposed by her own husband was eating her inside. She kept goggling at the pattern engraved on her ceiling when out of the blue her mind left for a trip down memory lane. She started picturing her wedding, that cathedral which was quite exquisitely decorated by their mutual friends and the white gown she wore, including the tux she chose for Stu. She still remember the entire ceremony, their vows and the trademark wedding kiss. This made Haley nostalgic and she finally felt the intensity of the pain she’d caused her husband who was faithful to her this whole time despite every hindrance that grew between them. The day was quite tiring, and Haley eventually fell asleep praying that the odds might be in her favor in the morning that awaits. The next morning was a bit warmer than yesterday’s and Haley felt the need of sleeping a bit longer since she discerned her unpreparedness for an encounter with Stuart. She pulled herself up an hour later than her usual routine, scratched her shambled hairs, yawned for like a minute and then finally stood up to look for her better half. She called out Stuart’s name several times but every time the reply was the echo of her own voice. She went up to her bedroom but saw no one except a note. It was neatly folded and on it was only a sentence in Stuart’s handwriting, “Off TO WORK. DON’T WAIT.” Haley placed the note at the same place and in the same manner and left the room. She went downstairs, poured a glass of red wine, sat on the sofa and waited. An hour passed by, and all Haley managed to do was drink. After successfully gulping down several drinks the phone rang. She placed her glass on the kitchen counter, stumbled herself towards the phone and pulled the receiver. “Haley Adams?” asked a feminine voice from the other side. “Hmmm” was all she could manage to say. “I am speaking from City Hospital” the voice continued, “Your husband has been in an accident, I am told to inform you that your presence is urgently required.” Haley, dropped the receiver that instant, her head spun vigorously and she was only able to visualize distorted images of her living room. This continued for some seconds when she finally fell on the sofa and passed out. Something rang again and this time it was her cellphone. Haley to yank up moaning. She picked up the phone from her satchel and answered it with a “Yeah”. It was the same feminine voice reminding her of her husband’s condition. She wrenched herself up, hastened towards her car and jumped in. The hospital was a few miles away and took almost an hour to reach. She entered the parking lot, parked her car haphazardly and rushed out towards the hospital. The main entrance opened at the emergency room having stretchers, wheel chairs, and bleeding skulls. Breathing vigorously she reached the reception and uttered her husband’s name. The receptionist cast a glance on the monitor and spoke, “fifth floor, room number 42”. Haley ran towards the elevator, floundered herself in and pressed the button. Several seconds later the elevator’s door opened. Haley stood on the aisle with several rooms lined parallel to each other. Before she could start searching for her husband’s room, she saw a cop investigating a doctor with an envelope in his hands. She walked there without giving any sign of her occupation to see the room number affront. The Cop paused as he saw Haley standing beside him, and the situation got stuck into an awkward silence. Exchange of looks continued for a while when the cop finally decided to break the silence, “Are you Mrs. Evans?”. Haley nodded, “As you’ve already made aware about your husband’s condition, I’d like you to know something more Mrs. Evans.” He paused allowing Haley to digest what she has just heard but she kept goggling at him. “Your husband’s accident was not an accident but a suicide attempt” The cop uttered making Haley’s situation even tenser and traumatic. Silence prevailed across the aisle. Even the sound of bees buzzing felt deafening, it was then the cop finally decided to seal the conversation. He handed her an envelope with Haley written on one side of it. “We found it on the accident site; it might’ve fallen from his hand when the accident occurred”. Haley took the envelope and start inspecting it. She nodded slightly to the cop, he casted a glance on the doctor and they both walked away and disappeared at the end of the corridor. Haley sat down and tore one side of the envelope, her face still wet and eyes insanely red. She took out a piece of paper neatly folded; she unfolded it and began reading, Dear Hales, As you might’ve already been informed that I am no longer in a position to tell you how deeply sorry I am for failing our relationship and you. It’s too late to say this but I want you to know, no girl could’ve ever acquired a place in my heart other than you. I’ve loved you all my life and will love you beyond everything even slightly dearest to me. I know that having an affair would have caused you the same pain as it has caused me but let me assure you that I’ve forgiven you and I hope that you forgive me. It seems that my worldly journey have no meaning without you in it, therefore I’ve decided to end it. I am well aware that many will blame you and if anyone does, show them this letter without any hesitation, and don’t even think that my love for you have reduced even slightly. I’ve loved you all my life the way I loved you when I first saw you . I hope you forgive me, and move on with your life with the same happy nature of yours, I pray that we’ll meet again someday till then GOOD BYE Love, Stuart. The phone rang as Haley finished off reading the letter, she wiped her tears but they kept falling on her lap. She took out her phone, it was Luke the person she hated the most that instant. She pressed the ignore button and dropped the phone in her satchel. Haley had a vacuum in her heart, her soul not willing to forgive herself. She knew what she’d done and the price needed to pay for it, and she was willing to cross any barrier just to hear one thing from her husband, his trademark, “hey hales”.