Okay, the story is getting weirder and weirder I warn you. I'm anti-cliche so you don't know what to expect.

Pany is kind of inspired from a friend of mine so no matter how strange she seems know that she is real!

Chapter 3:

When she opened her eyes again, Pandy found herself in blinding white light. There was a brown-haired angel beside her. When her eyesight was adjusted however, she found that there was no heaven or angels, only a sterilized hospital room. Standing beside her was a nurse.

"Finally!" she smiled at her. "Your husband and friends were so worried about you. They came in this morning, hoping to see you awake."

Pandy's mind had a difficulty of functioning.

"I still have a husband?"

The nurse was still smiling.

"You don't feel really well, do you? I'll ask your husband to come in if you want to."

Kai walked in with Hilary at his side. Pandy wondered if he was doing it on purpose so that she would die of heartbreak and he wouldn't have to pay for the divorce.

"Hi, how are you?" Hilary asked, deeply concerned.

Pandy just grunted. She had taken that habit from her husband. There were actually quite a lot of habits she had taken from Kai, like crossing her arms over her chest, being sarcastic about everything and avoiding people. It wasn't in her nature to be unsocial, but since meeting Kai she learnt to build a reserve.

"How long have I been here?" she asked the two.

"Since last night," Kai answered. "I guess you've just slept rather than fall unconscious."

How can he even joke under matters like this?

Pandy eyed Hilary without shyness. In fact she was directly staring at her, making her feel naked. The woman had boring mousey brown hair, small breasts which were hidden under her pale yellow cardigan. From the expression on her face, she looked out of place. Pandy grinned inside. At least, she knew her place. And as if hearing what Pandy was thinking, Hilary broke out.

"Kai, can you leave us please?"

Talking about husbands and wives, Pandy understood now what she lacked and what Hilary had: the art of stereotype. When Kai closed the door behind him, Hilary fell on her knees.

"Pandy, please, let me tell you how sorry I am," she pleaded.

Pandy felt the sensation of power, domination. She was weighing between playing the good and the bad. She opted for the good.

"Don't worry, Hils, I understand that perfectly."

"You do?"

Hilary got up.

"Yes. You love Kai that much, don't you? I think you're perfect for each other Last night I was still under the shock but now I see clearly that I shouldn't be in the way."

"But, Pandy, you don't have to divorce for me."

Pandy showed her upper gums.

"It is Kai's wish, actually, to which I agree. After all, I don't love him anymore."

"You don't?"

"Not everybody does, Hils," Pandy grinned.

"I know but he's so…"
"Hot? Cold? Bitterly perfect? Something you can't reach and so that's why you want to have him?"

"Yes… I mean, no! I love him because he can be gentle and caring at the same time. Under that sheet of ice, he's so passionate. I think I've been in love with him ever since the first time I've met him and it seemed to grow more intense when you started dating…"

Pandy held up her hand to stop her.

"Call Kai in for me, would you?"

Convict number 1 done. Next, convict number 2.

"What do you want?" Kai asked the minute he entered.

It was the first time she was left with him after the attempt murder in their bedroom.

"I talked to Hilary." She waited for him to say something. "I told her that it's okay, I'll sign the divorce."

Kai nodded.

"Are you going to be with her afterwards?" Pandy couldn't help asking.

"I don't know."

"Hilary said that she was in love with you ever since she's seen you."

"It was the same for you."

Pandy swallowed. Why was he bringing up the happiness of a past which had unsettled this present?

"But in your case, it wasn't with me you were in love with. I'm just a gap-filler."

Pandy remained silent for the first time.

"I don't know in what illusions I've pulled myself and you into," Kai went on. "You have always rejected me until you lost your hopes. It was then that you turned yourself to me, not because you love me but because you're afraid to be lovelorn. I can see it in your eyes the same black passion you bear every time you see him. You are so natural in his presence, you two seemed to be off in some wondrous place, leaving me on the cracking ground with nothing to hold on. Can you blame me for taking in Hilary? I'm sorry for Tyson, I'm sorry for myself but you should be sorry too. If only you could bury your forbidden love then none of this will happen!"

His voice that was icy cold at first now broke into retained sobs. Pandy was speechless. It was wrong. She was no longer in love with that guy! She… She didn't know what she felt, but the marriage was wrong, perverted and she thought that no one else had felt it apart from her.

"He's here," Kai suddenly said. "With his wife and brother-in-law. Do you want to see him?"

Pandy nodded. Kai nodded too and turned his back to her, once again. So this was it. It was her fault that Kai betrayed her? Pandy wanted to clear this out of her mind.

The figure that appeared through the threshold was Convict number 3, according to Kai. He was wearing his traditional Chinese costume as always. His raven black hair was tied into a long plait down his back. Anxiety was written in his golden eyes.

"Pandy, are you okay?" Ray asked.

"Ray, come closer."

He obeyed.

"Kai and I are divorcing."

"I've heard."

"It's not about Hilary, okay?"

"What do you mean?"

"Ray." She took in a deep breath. "I'm in love with you and always was."

"What the fuck?"

The Chinese man backed away, as if recoiling in front of a monster.

"I love you, Ray," Pandy said louder.

"I… It can't be possible! I love Mariah. We're… we're married, for God's sake. And you're married…"

"So, what?"

"You're out of your mind!"

Ray ran out of the room. He nearly hit his wife Mariah, who was waiting anxiously as well. The Chinese man looked around and saw all his friends there: Hilary, Tyson, Lee, Max and Kai.

"We've got to talk," he said to the slate-haired man.

They went into the farthest corner and Ray started, "Pandy told me…"

"I know. I told her that I know too."

Ray looked up surprised.

"She doesn't love me, Ray. It was you her first love."

Ray was silenced.

"But… I thought we were friends," he said stupidly.

Kai shook his head.

"She didn't dare tell you because she knew you were very in love with Mariah and she didn't stand a chance. Now…"

"Now?"

"Now, she's talking like a heartbroken woman. She'll want to clear her heart."