Chapter 3The Secret Millionaire

I died?

Just died like this?!

No! Impossible!

I crazy pounced to Julian, used all strength beat his face.

"Julian! Wake up! Quick wake up! Send me hospital! Beg you! Save me!"

But, my palm directly passed through his body.

My screaming also dissipated in air, didn't stir a trace ripple.

He just smacked lips in sleep, turned over, continued sleeping.

Huge despair instantly swallowed me.

Just in this extreme despair moment, those happy moments belong to me and Julian, uncontrollably surged into my mind.

Remember when we just married, family no money, he yet always could live ordinary days full of poetry.

He would use wild flowers weave wreath put on my head, would under moonlight read clumsy love poems he wrote for me.

Once, we poor only left last bowl instant noodle.

He lied to me said he ate, insist pushed all noodle to me, watching me eat.

Later I then found, he hungry stomach drank plain water whole night.

These bits and drops, not involve money, but full of love details, constituted our marriage most solid happiness cornerstone.

He although money earn not much, but he gave me his all, gave me most precious romance and considerateness.

These memories more sweet, current reality more cruel.

Slideshow like happiness pictures flashed fast before my eyes, finally froze on his sleeping face.

My soul just dry sat by bed, whole night, my gaze almost didn't leave Julian's face.

I how hope he can suddenly wake up, find my abnormality.

Even only a trace tiny chance.

Morning 6 AM, on bedside table that phone set vibration to not wake me up, emitted slight buzzing sound.

Julian almost immediately woke.

He quickly pressed off alarm, then first reaction is turn head look me.

However, seeing I still "sleeping", face showed relieved expression, movement became more gentle.

He carefully lifted quilt, tiptoed off bed, afraid make a bit sound.

He dressed neatly, then back to bed side, leaned down, printed a gentle and warm kiss on my forehead.

But, skin he touched a piece ice cold, this strange touch made him slightly frown.

He low voice talk to self, carrying doting blame.

"So cold, must be kicked quilt last night."

Finished, he carefully helped me tuck quilt corner, pulled quilt till my chin.

As if this can drive away that death coldness.

I aside watched heart like knife twisted, used all strength scream:

"Not cold! Julian! You touch my pulse! You try my breathing! Quick call 911 ah!"

But he completely couldn't hear.

He gazed my face, eyes gentle can drip water:

"Honey, wait I back from this business trip, give you a surprise."

Surprise?

My heart because this sentence full of hope violently twitched painful. But, I can't wait anymore.

Finished, he last nostalgically looked me once, lifted already packed luggage, light hand light foot opened door, then gently closed.

Then, my soul also followed him floated out.

However, arrived Amtrak station, a fashionably dressed young woman waiting him.

My soul instantly stiffened in place.

They all way talking laughing, relationship looked very intimate.

Julian even actively helped that woman carry bag.

My uneasy feeling also at this moment, became more and more strong.