An invisible force kept me bound to Joey's side as I watched him rush into the hospital, cradling Sophia and urgently shouting at the doctors, "Get her into surgery now!"
I tried to break free from this force, but it was futile. I drifted like a ghost beside him, witnessing his anxious concern for another woman.
The lights in the operating room flashed on, and Joey paced the corridor, his worry palpable.
I watched with a cold, numb heart.
I had perished in the fire, but my fiancé was keeping vigil over another woman.
Then, his phone rang.
"Sir, are you a relative of Kelly Lee? She tragically passed away in the fire tonight at 11 p.m. Please come to the hospital to handle the arrangements."
I floated before him, staring intently, hoping to see some trace of sadness or regret on his face.
To my dismay, there was none.
Joey impatiently hung up, sneering, "Scammers are getting more rampant these days."
My heart sank, plunged into an abyss of cold despair.
He thought my death was a scam call!
Just then, his phone rang again—it was the same nurse.
He glanced at the caller ID and promptly pressed the power button, turning off the phone without hesitation.
"Joey! Answer the phone! It's the call about my death!" I screamed at him in anguish.
If Joey would just answer the call, he would know I was truly gone.
I hoped he would take care of my affairs, so the hospital wouldn't have to contact my mother.
My mother is disabled and unable to care for herself; I shudder to think of how she would cope with the news of my death.
But he acted as if he hadn't heard a thing, his face betraying no emotion.
The operating room lights went out, and the doctor emerged, smiling as he told Joey, "Congratulations, the surgery was a success. Your girlfriend is fine."
Joey, without clarifying that "Sophia is not his girlfriend," beamed with joy and hurried to Sophia's bedside, showering her with concern.
I closed my eyes in despair, letting the darkness consume me.
Joey, when will you ever realize that you've lost a woman who loved you so deeply?