On our third wedding anniversary, I saw a text message from my wife Celina’s first love. “Thank you for taking such good care of my son and lover.” Only then did I realize that my adopted son was actually the child of my wife and her first love. Furious, I called to confront her, but was met with a barrage of angry words. “Are you still jealous over nothing? Ryan just came back to the country and I was welcoming him home, what’s there to fuss about?” “Oh, and Ryan’s sick. Bring some medicine over!” Before I could say anything, she had already hung up. The next second, I was hit by an oncoming truck. As I was losing consciousness, only one thought remained in my mind: If I survive this, I’m getting a divorce. I lay dazed in the operating room. In my ears were the doctors’ constant urging: “Has the patient’s family still not answered the phone?” The young nurse’s voice sounded indignant: “They answered, but she said not to use such a childish and clumsy excuse to fool her.” “Even if the patient dies, it has nothing to do with her…” My heart ached uncontrollably. Strong willpower made me wake up. “Doctor, can I sign for myself?” At first, the doctor hesitated, but with a life hanging in the balance, he gritted his teeth and agreed. Fortunately, the surgery was very successful. I lay in the hospital bed without any anger. That evening. I went to get some water but was knocked down by someone. The wound opened up, and quite a bit of fresh blood seeped through the bandage on my head. The person in front of me was a familiar face. It was none other than Ryan Collins, Celina’s first love. “What are you doing here? Following us, aren’t you?” Before I could speak, Celina had already slapped me. “Why would I follow you?” With a self-mocking smile, I turned and went back to my room, handing her the divorce papers I had prepared. “Let’s get divorced.” She tore up the divorce agreement in her hand, her expression impatient: “Enough! Don’t think backing down will make me feel sorry for you. Get lost!” The next moment, Ryan clutched his chest, his expression pained. He couldn’t help but cry out in agony. “Ryan, are you okay? Is your chest hurting again?” Celina visibly panicked. While supporting Ryan, she glared at me. After sending Ryan back to his room nearby, she angrily ran over. “Bang—” She kicked me, and I fell and hit the wall, caught off guard. Blood seeped through the bandage and stained the wall. Celina stood tall and proud: “Arthur Wilson, it’s one thing to be jealous, but causing Ryan’s heart attack is unforgivable!” “How did I end up with such a vicious husband?” She shook me frantically. “What are you doing? He just had surgery, you can’t…” A nurse nearby finally noticed the situation and pushed Celina away. She looked at Celina warily. First, she helped me back into the room, then lectured Celina for a while. I don’t know how long it was before the voices outside gradually faded away. I was woken up by the sound of the door being pushed open forcefully. She seemed a bit guilty, yet impatient: “Can’t you be more careful when you go out?” “Did you have to end up in the hospital to give me a chance to misunderstand you?” “Fine, I’ll stay here tonight to look after you.” She heavily put down some fruit on the table, took out an apple and handed it to me: “Peel an apple for me, will you? You always peel them the best.” I smiled self-mockingly. See, she was always so presumptuous. What made her think I would definitely take the olive branch she offered? I closed my eyes, ignoring Celina’s peace offering. The room was quiet for a long time. I said: “I’ll move out. I’ll mail you the divorce papers later.” I looked at her. Celina’s body stiffened for a moment. She picked up the fruit knife and started peeling an apple for herself. I didn’t care. Once I had made up my mind, even if she didn’t respond, it wouldn’t change anything. “Bang—” The sound of a cup falling to the ground interrupted the silent atmosphere between Celina and me. At the door of the room. Ryan stood there with a pitiful look, barefoot. Noticing us looking over, he hurriedly tried to clean up the broken pieces on the floor. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I just wanted to come and apologize to Arthur. I know I made you—” Celina’s expression changed. She hurriedly took my coat and rushed out. “I’ll borrow this for a bit.”
The coat was put over Ryan’s feet. Celina muttered: “Can’t you be a little more careful? Doesn’t it hurt if this stuff gets stuck in your foot? If you’re not in pain, I still feel bad.” Ryan smiled with an infatuated look. But when he glanced at me, there was a hint of hidden smugness in his gaze. “Ouch—” Celina cried out in pain, with some blood appearing on her hand. Ryan panicked and quickly took Celina’s hand, blowing on the wound: “A girl’s hands are so delicate, how could you do something like this?” “See, when you get hurt, I’m the one who feels the pain…” I covered my head, not wanting to listen to the voices outside. Probably seeing that I was unmoved, Celina’s words also carried some sarcasm. “Ryan cares about me so much, unlike some people who just lie in bed waiting to be served even when I’m hurt.” I knew she wanted me to clean up, and in the past, I probably would have gone over without hesitation. But now, I didn’t want to. Why should I pay for their mistakes? Celina continued cleaning up the broken pieces with dissatisfaction, making a huge noise. It seemed she was deliberately trying to get my attention. Or perhaps she was trying to vent her frustration. Until the man in the bed next to me couldn’t help but curse: “Go torture yourselves somewhere else, do you have to disturb patients trying to rest?” The man raised his hand, making a gesture as if he was going to hit someone. Celina finally quieted down. “The doctor looking after Ryan is calling me, I’ll go over for a bit.” Having stayed in my room for less than ten minutes, she casually found an excuse to leave. I waved my hand, not even looking up. With a beauty by his side, how could she possibly care about me? Sure enough, she didn’t come that night. The next morning, the sun was already high in the sky. I had already finished one IV bag before she appeared. Holding a bag of crab roe buns and milk in her hand, she threw them on my table, guiltily opening her mouth: “You were already asleep when I came back, so I went to buy you breakfast.” “Your favorite crab roe buns, and milk.” As she spoke, she took out the things from the bag. There were only three buns in the box. I remembered that all items from this place were sold in sets of four. I guess it was probably what was left after the two of them ate. I pushed away the things in her hand. “No need, thank you.” “I’m lactose intolerant and allergic to seafood.” She was stunned for a moment. Just as she was about to speak again, Ryan walked in from outside. He glanced at the things on the table, smiling brightly: “Arthur doesn’t like these things? I specifically chose them for a long time.” “If Arthur doesn’t like them, I’ll go buy something else for him.” He made a move to leave. Celina’s face darkened, and she grabbed Ryan’s arm: “Ryan, you’re not fully recovered yet, why are you running around?” “He can’t possibly reject your kind intentions, can he?” Celina glanced at me sideways, pushing the food towards me, emphasizing each word: “He will eat every bit of it.” I smiled faintly and dismissed them. Ryan immediately put on a hurt face: “Arthur, don’t worry, I won’t come here to bother you anymore.” He turned and left without hesitation. Celina hurried after him, and through the door I could see the two of them hugging in the distance. But I no longer felt any ripples in my heart. The man in the bed next to me looked at the breakfast on my table and swallowed. I chuckled lightly and handed the breakfast to him: “Here, you eat it. I can’t eat this stuff, it would be a waste.” The scene of me handing over the food was just caught by Celina. She came over with a gloomy face and snatched it back. Holding the crab roe bun, she tried to stuff it into my mouth: “This is all Ryan’s goodwill, you have to eat it even if you don’t want to!”
My breathing gradually became difficult. My vision blurred. I wanted to push Celina away, but found my body weak, unable to move an inch. “Stop it! He’s almost gone, how can he still eat—” The man next to me was quicker, pushing Celina away and forcefully digging the crab roe bun out of my mouth. Seeing the situation wasn’t right, Celina stepped back in confusion. “I didn’t mean to, I didn’t do it on purpose.” “I didn’t want to hurt him—” “It’s all his fault, he didn’t explain clearly.” Probably afraid of taking responsibility, she stumbled and ran out. With the help of the man next to me and the medical staff, I finally caught my breath. A flash of desolation passed through my eyes. I looked at the man apologetically: “I’m sorry, I didn’t expect she would actually…” The man waved his hand and sighed: “Let me give you some advice, leave this woman as soon as possible.” “She’s not a good match.” I remained silent. I should have seen it clearly earlier, true love can’t be exchanged for true love. “I will divorce her,” I mumbled after a long while. I didn’t know if I was responding to the man’s words or comforting myself. Until I was discharged, Celina never appeared here again. I guess she had already put me out of her mind. The first thing I did after being discharged was to go home to pack my things and draft a divorce agreement. As soon as I opened the door, I saw John staring at me intently. I was startled. “What are you doing?” I frowned in displeasure. In the past, I might have wanted to reason with this kid. But since I found out he was Celina and Ryan’s biological son, I felt uncomfortable every time I thought about it. John completely ignored my cold attitude. He pouted, looking arrogant. “Hurry up and cook for me. These past few days you weren’t home, I’m tired of eating Mrs. Yang’s cooking.” “I want beef stew and BBQ chicken wings.” He pushed me towards the kitchen. I turned around, avoiding his hand. I glanced at him coldly and said, “If you want to eat something, make it yourself. I have nothing to do with you.” John, who was brutally rejected, burst into tears: “You’re a bad person!” “Why won’t you cook for me?” “You’re just a dog we keep at home, how dare you refuse your master?” My body shook. Looking at John, my eyes became a few degrees colder. What could a child of a few years understand? It was nothing but the thoughts instilled by adults. I laughed coldly, raising my hand high and bringing it down: “I’ve raised you for so many years. Even if you’re unwilling to call me dad, you shouldn’t insult me like this!” “You have no right to humiliate me!” John cried even louder. This sound attracted Celina. She rushed out of the room in a hurry, her clothes disheveled. “Arthur Wilson, stop making trouble! The child is innocent!” I looked at Celina coldly. Her unzipped robe revealed half of her figure. The ambiguous red and blue marks could be vaguely seen through the robe. I smiled mockingly: “If he’s innocent, then you and Ryan taught him to call me your family’s dog?” “So you and Ryan are the ones at fault, right?” Celina frowned, seeming a bit conflicted. “If that’s the case, let’s get divorced then.” “I’ve already signed the divorce papers.” I took out the agreement from my bag and put it on the table. Seeing that I wasn’t joking at all, Celina visibly panicked. I pushed the divorce agreement towards her, reiterating: “Alright, sign it.” Celina stared at me for a long time, gritting her teeth: “Fine, I’ll sign! Don’t regret it!” “You’ll never find someone who loves you as much as I do!”
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