Petra walks past the door of the hospital room where her husband was hospitalized. Today, Bryan was finally going to leave, and Petra was going to pick him up and take him home, but she stopped short when she saw her husband sitting in a wheelchair. He was dressed in a black three-piece suit, white dress shirt and black tie.
Bryan was breathtaking.
Petra concealed her appraising gaze on her husband and walked over to him, who was looking her up and down.
— Today, you are dressed differently. — Bryan says, assessing Petra's outfit.
— Because today I was the one who chose my own clothes, your mother wanted to make me her little doll, choosing my clothes and making me be who I wasn't. — She says bluntly. — I won't do what she wants anymore, and if you think the same, f**k you too.
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