Wake up...

You wake up in the hospital. Gemma is sitting in a seat next to you. Rebecca is nowhere to be seen. A doctor comes in and lets you know you'll be discharged in a few days, and then leaves the two of you alone. Gemma leans in and gives you a soft kiss on the lips. You flinch slightly in pain, but the taste of her is comforting. She tells you that Jeremy is being held at the police station. A neighbor must have heard your wife's screaming and called the police.

"I'm sorry," she says, "I genuinely had no idea."

You believe her. Now that your red mist has settled, you can see that she never did any of this to intentionally hurt you, and definitely wouldn't have kept your wife's affair a secret from you. She looks tired. She must've been waiting here for hours. You look at the clock on the wall. You've been unconscious for hours. Your head and face are throbbing, and your ribs feel like they've moved. You definitely don't want to know what you look like in the mirror.

"Come on," she says, standing up off her chair, "Let me make you feel a little bit better."