Sylvias (POV)

It was a strange day. The pool boy and the gardeners were there and were lazy as usual. So I spent the entire morning making sure they did their work. I still had to take care of firing them all. Ever since I got the diagnosis. I was lucky to have such a good and honest doctor. But could I be sure?

Even if he had taken advantage of the diagnosis, he had been able to make me forget about it. This condition was a nightmare.

This diagnosis turned my whole life upside down. The worst thing was that there was no cure and now that I was divorced, I had no one to rely on.

I had cheated on Jerry, and unfortunately that had nothing to do with the diagnosis. It had been a few years since my misstep. If I had already suffered from it back then, I wouldn't have been able to lie at the trial. On the other hand, I wouldn't have had to. Because I could have blamed everything on the illness. I must have only recently fallen ill. That was the worst possible time. My children had just moved out. My ex-husband Jerry had also moved out. Now I was alone and no one could protect me.

The gardeners and the pool boy were packing up after I paid them, and I went back into the house. I was lucky that none of them spoke to me.

Jerry wanted to come over and pick up the remaining things. I had already packed them in boxes and put them in his old room. When I was back in the house and walking down the hallway, I saw his car parked in front of the house.

He was already there, and I wanted to avoid him. I had to make sure he didn't find out about the diagnosis. I could feel my nervousness growing. Was it still nervousness, or was it already fear? Then I remembered the letter. I had left it in the room because the gardeners had arrived. I cursed myself for it and went in quickly. I saw Jerry putting something away. I crossed my arms and leaned against the door frame.

"What are you doing here?" I hissed at him.

"I came to get my things! Tell me, have you been to the doctor lately?" he replied.

My eyes fell on the table where I had put the letter. But it was no longer there, so I asked him if he had read it, I was sure he had. Why else would he have asked me about the doctor?

"You didn't go to the doctor, but you came in here to apologize!" he told me. I could hardly believe it when he said that. But it sounded so true. Had I imagined it all? I couldn't say. The news about this new illness had probably just scared me, and I was imagining it all. Jerry was right, I hadn't been to the doctor and yes, I wanted to apologize to him, well, I at least wanted to pretend to apologize to him. I took a deep breath.

"Oh ... so yes, you're right! I'm sorry it had to come to this!" I apologized to him half-heartedly. Jerry started to grin, which only made me feel even more insecure.

"That wasn't an apology, you said we were going to the bedroom," Jerry replied, looking at his watch. When he looked back up at me, his grin widened even more. He was up to something, I just couldn't say what. But he was right, I wanted to go into the bedroom with him, I just couldn't remember why. I agreed with him and turned to go into the bedroom.

A/N: Dear readers, I'm not sure yet if I will continue writing both POV, I find both sides interesting to write and both should be fun to write. please let me know which you would prefer :)