When I told her, her facial expression didn't change. She just asked me why.
"Because you deserve better and kinder, and you don't know Michael as well as I do," I told her.
She said, "I don't care how he lives his life as long as he's okay and takes care of me. I don't care."
Damn, she was nice even when she was serious.
I told her to try calling you.
She said she was waiting before the appointment.
I said to call anyway, and she did, and you said you'd be late.
So we went inside and I made some coffee.
She told me to say anything that might make her break up with him.
I kept thinking and said, "Do you know what he does besides being a doctor?"
"He's the CEO of a company."
I said, "The ******** Group."
"Oh, I always thought he was the CEO because I saw it on the news or heard it from other people, but I didn't expect him to be that big. But why is he studying medicine?"
"Because he wants to."
I said, "That's nice."
I told her "he's very busy and won't spend much time with you, and there are problems at work."
I know.
Do you know how he organizes things?
Then I told her everything about the company and how you run it by force, sometimes excessive force, but her face didn't change. She just said, "It's business necessities."
I told her she had a difficult childhood, but I didn't go into details.
Then she said I shouldn't tell you that she knew anything.
I stood beside her, stunned, without even looking at her.
I told her to call you one last time, but you didn't answer.
So I made one last attempt and said, "The road ahead is dark, and you can leave whenever you want."
I'll stand with him on this path.
But it shouldn't be at the cost of your life.
I know, but I want to.
Believe me, the road is difficult.
She said, "You're on it too."
I told her she knew I had problems.
But she didn't listen to me; she remained lost in her own thoughts.
I felt optimistic, but suddenly she started crying. I panicked and asked her what was wrong.
She said something I never expected to hear.
She said she was sorry she couldn't give us much, even though we gave her so much.
And that's when my inner demon kicked in.
I told her she was foolish and should think about herself, and so on and so forth.
Suddenly, she told me to shut up.
I kept trying until she hit me, but she got flustered. She looked at me, crying, and said she was sorry for hitting me.
I looked at her, smiled, and said, "It's okay. I'm the one who should apologize."
"Do you remember that day? You were four hours late."
"Yes, her eyes were red, and she said she'd been watching a sad movie. I believed her because she always cries when she watches movies," he said.
"Damn, she was good, not like us."