Chapter 354: Making Up Stories

Callie stayed in the master bedroom, under constant watch, or rather, surveillance. She could barely sit up and occasionally stared at the ceiling, overwhelmed by a long-lost fear. Lately, she had been dreaming frequently, often about Nelson and Marilyn embracing in that abandoned factory. Ben crushed some oral medication into water and fed it to Callie, curiously asking, "Aren't you bored not talking? Why don't you tell me, do you like Nelson?" Callie glanced at him. Ben pulled a candy out of his pocket, a clear temptation. Callie looked at the unfamiliar face and, for once, felt interested. "You might not believe it, but I am his ex-wife." Ben was very surprised. "Ex-wife?" Callie sighed. "When I met him at sixteen, he had nothing. I followed him without hesitation and endured hardships for years. Who knew that men change when they get rich? He kept a mistress outside, and when she had a hemorrhage during childbirth, he actually asked me to donate blood for her..." Ben's eyebrow