On Valentine’s Day, Joyce got into a car accident while making a U-turn on the highway, all to save the cat of her first love. Both the cat and I were trapped under the car, and no matter who she saved first, the other would suffer more serious injuries from the imbalance. I endured the pain and called for help, but Joyce didn’t hesitate at all to save the cat. “This is Samuel’s favorite cat. I can’t let it get hurt. Don’t worry, even if you lose a hand, I’ll stay with you.” The car was hit again, the glass shattered, and my arm was crushed, flesh mangled. Yet Joyce was still entirely focused on checking the cat over and over. When the ambulance finally arrived, she even stood in front of the vehicle, ensuring the doctors treated the cat first. “William’s just got a minor injury. How can he compare to my cat? If you don’t save it, you’re not leaving today!” She forgot that I have a clotting disorder. With all this blood loss, I could die. “Joyce, what is this supposed to mean?” I let out a desperate growl and used all my strength to push her away. But the intense pain from my right hand made me nearly lose consciousness. Joyce gave me a complicated look. “William, don’t blame me. Luna is Samuel’s favorite cat. I have to do this.” Then she left me behind, walking straight to the side of the road and holding the cat. Blood poured from my wrist, and the wound was deep enough to see the bone. But Joyce still ignored me, continuing to check the cat for any injuries. Five minutes later, the paramedics finally arrived. They quickly moved me onto a stretcher, ready to transport me, but Joyce stopped them. “Don’t you have a first aid kit? Help me check on the cat first!” “What are you doing, worrying about a cat now? The patient’s lost so much blood, and if we wait any longer, it’ll be too late!” The doctors exchanged looks, their expressions full of disbelief. Upon hearing this, Joyce stood in front of the ambulance. “Do you know whose cat this is? It’s Samuel’s! If anything happens to it, you’d better worry about your jobs!” Samuel’s family was wealthy, and his grandfather had once been the hospital director, with powerful connections. The doctors knew Samuel’s name, so they hesitated slightly. They took the cat, examined it quickly, then handed it back to Joyce. “It’s just a little shaken up, not even a scratch. Don’t worry.” The sting from my wound made me groan involuntarily, and seeing my condition, the doctors rushed to close the door and start the journey. But Joyce was still unrelenting. “You just glanced at it to appease me, I’m not so easy to fool! William, you’re fine with just a little injury, why are you acting like this? “Move aside, check my cat again!” She then pulled out her phone and took a picture of each doctor’s ID badge. “If you keep messing around, I’ll send this straight to Samuel. Don’t regret it when someone gets fired.” The doctors, unable to do anything else, had no choice but to leave me aside and continue inspecting the cat. The blood kept flowing, and I felt myself growing colder. Three minutes later, the stretcher was almost completely soaked in blood. Seeing my condition worsen, Joyce finally relented. “Fine, let’s go. William, I barely put any pressure on you, why are you so fragile?” She cast a disgusted glance at me, then muttered under her breath, “Such a waste of time… I don’t even know if Luna’s really alright…” Earlier, when she knew I was cut by glass shards, she still cruelly pressed down on me, deepening my wounds. But now, she was accusing me of being weak. The hurt and humiliation overwhelmed me in an instant. I opened my mouth to defend myself, but no words came out. Joyce, seeing this, made no attempt to hide her disdain.
Joyce and I had been married for three years, and up until this incident, our relationship had been quite good. A while ago, she brought home this cat, saying she had just found it, feeling sorry for it. I believed her and took care of the cat, feeding it carefully and even making sure to clean its litter as soon as I came home from work each day. Who would have thought I was just being a fool, doing everything for someone else? I even almost lost my life today because of it. Tears streamed uncontrollably from my eyes. I shut them, feeling utterly disappointed in Joyce. Once we arrived at the hospital, the tension I had been holding in released, and I passed out completely. I didn’t know how much time had passed when I slowly regained consciousness. My right hand was wrapped in several thick layers of bandages. “We spent a long time resuscitating you. You mustn’t let this hand get injured again, or it will be permanently damaged,” the doctor said, his voice full of concern. He continued with a serious tone, “Rest well. If you get through the next few days, there may be a chance for recovery.” I nodded gratefully. After they left, I instinctively reached for my phone to call Joyce. But then I remembered she was the one who had hurt me, and the excitement I initially felt turned into bitterness. I closed my eyes in exhaustion, ready to rest, but Joyce called me. “I paid for the ambulance ride earlier. Transfer the money to me, I still need it. “The doctor already told me you’re fine. It was just a minor injury, right? You were just pretending to be so dramatic!” I clenched my phone tightly, my voice trembling. “You’re the one who hurt me, and now you want me to transfer money? Joyce, do you even have a heart? “Also, you still haven’t explained why you’re helping your ex-boyfriend take care of a cat?” I had been rushed into the emergency room, and she still thought I was faking it. My disappointment deepened, my throat tightened, and tears once again filled my eyes. The line fell silent for a few seconds, and then I faintly heard some voices, a man’s voice. I couldn’t make out the words, but I could tell Joyce was with Samuel. Just as I was about to hang up, Joyce finally spoke, “So now you dare speak to me like this? Samuel and I are just friends. He went abroad and left Luna with me for a few days. It’s just a small favor between friends. Is that so hard to understand? “I’ve been considerate of you. If I didn’t worry about you getting jealous, why would I have lied and told you Luna was a stray?” Hearing that, my heart hurt uncontrollably. No wonder, a month ago, Joyce started using business trips as an excuse, and the number of nights she stayed out kept increasing. During that time, her behavior became erratic. She kept her phone glued to her hand and was unusually defensive toward me. I had suspected something. After seeing the diamond ring on her finger, I even asked her about it. But every time, Joyce found a way to brush it off. At that moment, I already had a bad feeling in my gut, but I chose to trust her. I had been in love with her for seven years, ever since I first saw her at university. Later, when her family faced a crisis and she was dumped by Samuel, she had a breakdown and tried to take her own life. I happened to be there to save her, helping her through her family’s troubles and resolving the crisis. Joyce was moved by me, and six months later, she proposed to me. Though her temper grew worse after we married, and she frequently nitpicked at me, I stayed by her side without complaint, giving all my heart and love. But now, I suddenly didn’t want to keep lying to myself and holding onto this relationship. “You don’t have to worry about me anymore, Joyce. Let’s get a divorce.”
There was a brief silence on the other end of the line, and then Joyce’s laughter clearly came through. “So now you’re threatening me with divorce? Fine, let’s get a divorce, but only if you can convince my parents to agree!” As soon as she finished speaking, she hung up. I let my wrist drop, lying on the hospital bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. Joyce’s parents had always treated me very well, and I owed them a lot. Even though they knew I was an orphan, they never once criticized my family background. In my heart, they were like my own parents. In the past, when Joyce and I had conflicts, I would always consider their feelings and try to let things go. But now, I couldn’t stand it anymore. After mentally preparing myself, I called her father. After explaining what had happened that day, he immediately transferred 50 thousand dollars to me. “William, you’ve been wronged. This is just a little compensation from me. “But about the divorce, please don’t act in haste. After all, in my heart, you’re the only one I recognize as Joyce’s husband! Don’t worry, I’ll talk to Joyce now and make her come to apologize to you.” I wanted to refuse, but then her mother joined in. Both of them sincerely tried to persuade me. After hanging up, I almost softened again. But then Joyce barged into the hospital room, with Samuel in tow, both of them furious. “You really complained? You got me scolded by my parents and even froze my bank card! “Do you know I was shopping for Samuel’s clothes? At the checkout, the salespeople were laughing at me!” Joyce cared so much about her pride, and now she was practically trembling with anger. She even reached out to grab me. I remembered the doctor’s warning and frowned. “Don’t touch my arm. The doctor said it can’t be injured again!” But to my surprise, she didn’t stop. Instead, she deliberately picked up a nearby vase and smashed it onto my injured arm. In an instant, I let out a painful scream that echoed through the entire ward. The wound was torn open again, bleeding profusely. I curled up, writhing in agony, almost passing out from the pain. “You deserve it! This will teach you a lesson. Let’s see if you dare to complain again next time!” Joyce stood smugly, watching me in pain, while Samuel stood next to her, holding her in his arms. “Joyce, your temper is still the same, so clear-cut in who you love and hate. It’s really cute,” he said. At his words, Joyce’s face flushed red. “Achen, stop it. There is an outsider here.” We were a legally married couple, but to Joyce, I was nothing more than an outsider. “Get out! Get out!” I glared at them, my eyes red with anger, gritting my teeth. Joyce rolled her eyes disdainfully. “Do you think I want to see you? What a nuisance. If it weren’t for you making trouble, Samuel and I could still have fun for a long time. “William, you’d better stay put and not cause any more trouble. Samuel just got back, and I’m just here to welcome him.” With that, she pulled Samuel with her and left arrogantly. I pressed the call button for the doctor, and when he saw my injuries and the broken pieces on the floor, his face changed dramatically. “How did this happen? Didn’t I tell you not to get injured here again? Your hand… it’s most likely beyond saving.” Tears flooded my eyes once more, and the hatred I felt for Joyce reached its peak. After the doctor managed to stop the bleeding, I immediately contacted a lawyer to draft the divorce agreement. Then I messaged my mentor, David Parker: [I agree to the project you mentioned.]
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