A flash flood struck suddenly. My wife, Saylor, spent a fortune to have her first love rescued, leaving me alone in the car to await death hopelessly. After I managed to escape death, Saylor tearfully told me she felt indebted to me, but then turned around and held a wedding ceremony with her first love. On the day they were happily conducting their wedding ceremony, I invited Charlie’s wife, who had been dead for three years, to the scene. … As the nurse was changing my bandages, a news report on the TV caught my attention. The headline read: “Woman spends entire fortune searching for husband for days, couple now happily reunited.” Below, netizens were praising the depth of their marital love. They even hailed her as “America’s Best Wife.” The young nurse beside me looked envious: “Her husband is so lucky to have such a good wife.” “I heard she spent over a million dollars just to hire a private rescue team. They’re even staying in the VIP ward of our hospital now.” Listening to the nurse’s words, I curled my lips in self-mockery. She was indeed a good wife, good enough to spare no expense to rescue Charlie when the flash flood hit. Leaving me alone trapped in the car, waiting to die. Just then, my phone rang. It was a call from Saylor. After I answered, her anxious voice came through, “Ezra, didn’t I tell you to wait for me where you were? Where are you now?” I remained silent. She explained nervously: “The situation was urgent at the time, and there was limited space on the rescue boat. I could only get Charlie out first. I went back to look for you later.” I was too tired to listen anymore and interrupted her directly: “If that’s the case, you should stay with Charlie. Let’s get a divorce.” With that, I hung up the phone. But the next second, my phone rang again. I knew it was Saylor. I didn’t answer and put the phone on silent. She kept sending me messages: “I didn’t mean to leave you behind, please don’t be angry, okay?” “Where are you? I’ll come find you right now.” After some thought, I still sent her my hospital room number. Saylor replied instantly, “Wait for me for half an hour, I’m coming to see you right away.” But I waited until dark and still didn’t see her. Instead, I saw Charlie’s new Instagram post: “So blessed to have someone by my side 24/7.” The photo showed Saylor bending over to make his bed. I immediately deleted Charlie and blocked Saylor along with him. After turning off my phone, I covered myself with the blanket and fell into a deep sleep. The next day, the caregiver I hired was pushing me to get a check-up. Unexpectedly, we ran into Saylor pushing a wheelchair in the hallway. She was crouching down, gently covering Charlie’s legs with a blanket. When their eyes met, they looked so affectionate, like the perfect loving couple in others’ eyes. Even the caregiver behind me couldn’t help but sigh: “Isn’t that the national wife from the news? They really do look so in love.” Saylor heard the praise and looked up with a smile. But when her eyes met mine, her expression froze in place. “Ezra, why are you here?”
I tugged at the corner of my mouth, unable to hold back my sarcasm. “Why am I here? Don’t you know?” She frowned, looking at me with displeasure, “I had something come up yesterday and couldn’t come see you. Do you have to be so sarcastic?” “I’ve been worried sick about your safety. I see you’re fine and even have the energy to fight with me.” Listening to her complaints, I felt sick to my stomach. Not wanting to argue further, I urged the caregiver to push me away. Unexpectedly, several medical staff rushed out of the elevator behind us, pushing a rescue cart. “Make way!” the lead doctor shouted in our direction. Seeing the rescue cart about to crash into us, Saylor instinctively pushed Charlie’s wheelchair away. With a bang, I was hit hard and fell to the ground awkwardly. A sharp pain from my wound tearing open made me inhale sharply, furrowing my brow. Seeing this, Saylor ran over to help me up, her tone tinged with impatience. “If you’re injured, don’t run around. Just stay in your room and rest properly.” “I’ll take Charlie for his check-up first, then come see you later.” I forcefully pushed her hand away, saying coldly: “No need.” “Ezra, that’s enough. You got hurt running around on your own, why are you taking it out on others?” Saylor complained unhappily, simply standing up. She left me sitting on the ground and walked away without looking back, pushing Charlie. In the end, it was the caregiver who carefully helped me up and took me back to my room. I thought Saylor saying she’d see me later was just giving herself an out. I didn’t expect her to actually come. She was carrying several takeout boxes with cold food inside, her tone full of concern. “You’ve always been picky about food. I figured the hospital meals wouldn’t suit your taste.” “I specially ordered this dinner from a five-star restaurant. Come try it quick.” I glanced at the takeout bag where the delivery slip hadn’t been removed. The address column showed Charlie’s room number. The note even said flirtatiously: [Wishing the invincible handsome Charlie a speedy recovery!] So, she was trying to please me with the leftovers Charlie didn’t eat? Fighting the nausea in my stomach, I brought up divorce again. Saylor paused briefly, then sneered: “Ezra, when will you be done with this? You’re not young anymore, always talking about divorce. Don’t forget, you were the one who begged me to marry you.” With that, she stormed out. Hearing the door slam shut, I remained unmoved. Back then, I truly loved Saylor. To pursue her, I gave up a high-paying job and moved to her city. To make her happy, I learned to cook well. After she agreed to marry me, I silently vowed to treat her well for life. But what about her? To take care of her deceased best friend’s husband, she abandoned me again and again, trampling on my true feelings. This time, I won’t forgive her, nor will I look back. I contacted a lawyer to draft divorce papers. Then I opened our joint bank account, intending to transfer out my father’s death benefits. But I found that all the money in the account had been withdrawn. My heart sank as I recalled the news saying Saylor had spent millions to rescue Charlie. So, she used this money?
With trembling hands, I called Saylor. But the line was always busy. I guess she had blocked me. So I didn’t bother with my injuries and went straight to Charlie’s hospital room. Through the glass window, I saw Saylor sitting by Charlie’s bedside. She was tenderly peeling an apple, then feeding the cut pieces to Charlie. This gentle, soft-spoken image reminded me of when I was hospitalized before. Saylor said she had never taken care of anyone and wouldn’t even help wipe my face with a towel, instead scolding me for not being considerate of her. Lost in thought, Charlie noticed me standing at the door. “Are you here to see Saylor?” “I’m so sorry, Saylor is only here because she feels bad for me being all alone. You’re not angry, are you?” I ignored the provocation in Charlie’s eyes and walked in with a cold face, asking Saylor directly: “You withdrew the $3 million from our account. Why didn’t you tell me?” Saylor paused, turning her head in displeasure, speaking as if it was perfectly reasonable. “It was a matter of life and death. There was no time to discuss it.” “That money was just sitting there anyway. Might as well use it for something meaningful!” I laughed bitterly, my eyes gradually reddening. Six months ago, Saylor was caught in a mall fire. Because the fire was too intense, firefighters couldn’t enter. It was my dad who disregarded his own safety and carried the unconscious Saylor out of the fire. He himself died from his severe injuries. On his deathbed, he was still concerned about Saylor’s condition. This money was the government’s special compensation to honor him as a retired firefighter who died saving others. At the time, Saylor cried in my arms, saying she would definitely use this money to buy a high-end cemetery plot for my dad to rest in peace. Now, how could she have the nerve to say such things? Seeing her casually wetting a towel, preparing to wipe Charlie’s face, I felt like I had been blind. Just as I was about to leave, she called out to me again. “The day after tomorrow is your dad’s death anniversary. I won’t be going. I’m planning to hold a wedding ceremony with Charlie that day.” I turned back to look at her in surprise, my voice filled with disbelief. “What did you say?” Nominally, we weren’t divorced yet, but she was going to openly hold a wedding? And on my dad’s death anniversary no less! Saylor didn’t seem to think there was anything wrong with it. She glanced at me impatiently and continued: “Charlie has always wanted to have his own wedding ceremony. But as you know, when he and Rachel got their marriage license, Rachel passed away before they could hold the ceremony.” “So now, I want to help him fulfill this wish in Rachel’s place.” I stared at Saylor for a long while before nodding: “Do whatever you want!” Seeing me agree so readily, Saylor’s eyes lit up with joy. She came over to hold my arm. “Ezra, I knew you’d understand me best.” “Don’t worry, this is just a fake wedding ceremony, going through the motions. You’ll always be the one I love most!” I stepped back to avoid her outstretched hand, leaving the hospital room without looking back. The next day, I completed the discharge procedures, preparing to go to the cemetery to pay respects to my parents. But just as I got into a taxi, I received a phone call. “Is this Ezra? This is Rachel, Saylor’s best friend. Do you remember me?” I held the phone in a daze, my mind going blank. Rachel, who was declared dead three years ago? She’s still alive?
She didn’t notice my shock and continued urgently: “I can’t reach Charlie or Saylor’s phones. Luckily I was able to contact you…” That’s when I learned that Rachel had fallen off a cliff back then but was rescued by kind strangers and sent to a local hospital. She had been in a coma for three whole years, nearly going into cardiac arrest several times. Now, after great difficulty finding her way back, she discovered Charlie had moved and his phone number was disconnected. I really didn’t know how to explain the situation to her, so I could only verbally agree to help her contact Charlie. After hanging up, I still couldn’t believe it. It took me a while to open WeChat, intending to message Saylor and tell her about Rachel’s return. But I received an alert from the pet monitoring app. I opened the live feed from the camera in my house. I saw my ragdoll cat hanging by a rope in the middle of the living room, its limbs twitching and struggling. Charlie stood in the center of the living room, clutching his arm with a pitiful expression. He seemed to notice the camera lens turning slightly and deliberately said: “Saylor, I think it’s dead. What should we do? Won’t Ezra be mad at you when he gets back?” Saylor was carefully bandaging his arm in front of him, not even looking up. “As long as you’re okay. This ungrateful beast might as well die early.” My hand holding the phone trembled. I quickly told the driver to turn back home, hoping I could still save it in time. But I was still a step too late. Little Love’s cold body lay on the floor. Its once neatly groomed white fur was now disheveled, splattered with blood. Even its hind legs were bent backwards unnaturally. I reached out with trembling hands, not daring to imagine what kind of torture Little Love had endured on my way back. Just then, Saylor’s indifferent voice came from behind. “I know you loved Little Love, but it bit someone. Even if it hadn’t died, I would have sent it away.” I turned around with red eyes to see her walking out of the next room wearing a pure white wedding dress. Seeing I didn’t speak, she came over to comfort me. “If you really want to keep a cat, I’ll go with you to buy another one another day.” I just shook my head, “No need.” With that, I carried Little Love’s body outside and buried it in the garden. Just as I finished, I received a text from Saylor. “Wedding ceremony tomorrow, remember to be on time.” After a long while, I emotionlessly replied “Okay.” When I arrived at the Starlight Hotel, the wedding was already underway. Seeing me appear, Saylor’s friends started teasing. “Ezra is here too! As the witness, you have to say a few words!” I knew they wanted to see me make a fool of myself. I didn’t refuse. Looking up at the sweet-faced couple on stage, I calmly walked up. Under everyone’s gaze, I curled my lips slightly. “As Saylor’s husband, when I learned she wanted to fulfill Charlie’s wish of holding a wedding ceremony, I was very touched.” “So today, I’ve also specially prepared a surprise for them.” As I finished speaking, Charlie looked at me smugly. While the smile on Saylor’s face grew even brighter. I took a deep breath and said loudly: “Next, let’s welcome Charlie’s wife, Rachel, to the stage!”
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