On the night of my wedding anniversary, Victor Brown, the director of the emergency department, sent a message in the chat group: [Young people are crazy nowadays.] The accompanying photo was an examination report showing that the patient’s lower body had become red and swollen due to an allergy. It was said that he and his girlfriend had been flirting with peach juice while sleeping together. I replied with a smile: [Dr. Brown, able men are always busy.] The next second, he chatted with me privately: [Ellie, this patient looks a lot like your husband.] I clicked on the photo in a hurry. The man was curled up on the hospital bed, looking in pain. He was none other than my husband of seven years, Bryce Cooper. The woman yelling beside Bryce out of concern was his yoga instructor and alumna, Sarah Lewis. I threw out the dinner that I had reheated a million times. I didn’t think we had to stay married anymore. ***** It took me five minutes to get to the hospital. Sarah was Bryce’s alumna from high school, and they reconnected four months ago. In order to improve Sarah’s performance, Bryce paid thirty thousand dollars for her individual lessons, so they grew close. I trusted Bryce all along and never thought anything would happen to him. It was our anniversary that day, and Bryce obviously said he would work overtime. I took a deep breath and tried to calm down. The emergency department was a bit far from where I was in the cardiovascular department. I heard Sarah’s furious voice around the corner as I made my way up the stairs. “You quack doctors! What else are you going to check on him for? Can’t you see my husband has a terrible allergy? “I’ve signed it, and I’m his wife. Hurry up and operate on him, or I’ll expose your hospital online!” Was Bryce her husband? If Bryce were Sarah’s husband, who would I be? Would I be a mistress? I frowned tightly and went upstairs quickly, a hint of uneasiness welling up inside me. As the nurse outside the hospital room saw me, she immediately ran over to me with surprise in her eyes. “Dr. Mitchell, please help me explain to her that patients are screened when they are hospitalized. They just refused to…” I took the form she handed me and saw that the patient’s name was Bryce Cooper. His family member, however, was his wife, Sarah Lewis. I snorted as my hands shook uncontrollably. The facts were in front of me that Bryce had cheated on me. I felt heartbroken and frustrated by the sound of Sarah’s roar in my ears. What were they doing tonight? Were they passionately entwined with each other in bed? That was why they went to the hospital. I felt sick uncontrollably at the thought of all those nasty images. The next second, I rushed into the hospital room and threw the registration card in the face of Bryce, who was weak in bed. I asked sternly, “Bryce, are you going to explain this to me? “If Sarah were your wife, who the hell would I be?” Bryce’s red and swollen face was filled with guilt as he looked away. “Honey, what are you doing here? Didn’t you go home?” I sneered, “I thought you said you would work overtime. So you stayed with this woman on our anniversary? You even came to the hospital.” I specifically switched shifts with someone else today just to spend my anniversary with Bryce. But Bryce said he would work late. I waited for him at home, heating up the dinner I had prepared so carefully over and over again. I said, “If I hadn’t come, I wouldn’t have known when my husband had another wife.” Bryce breathed heavily, apparently in great pain. There was a rustle of discussion as the people around them looked at them with disdain. “So this is Dr. Mitchell’s husband. I just thought he looked familiar.” “He’s blatantly cheating on his wife. He’s so disgusting…” Bryce had never come to visit me, and he didn’t like to participate in all sorts of social events. Many of my colleagues didn’t even know what he looked like. Some of my colleagues who thought he looked familiar had seen his picture on my cell phone. Seeing that things weren’t right, Sarah explained with displeasure, “What are you babbling about? Nothing happened between me and Bryce.” I stepped closer to Sarah coldly. “You just blurted out that he was your husband. Are you not going to admit it now?” The next second, Bryce grabbed the hem of my shirt forcefully and said pleadingly, “Ellie, that’s not what’s going on. Listen to me…” I thought, “Well, you’ve been so weak, but you’re still trying to protect your mistress.” I pushed his hand away. Bryce was going to yank me, but he was suddenly flushed and he had difficulty breathing. At this moment, his lower half was getting redder and more swollen. Bryce fainted. The doctors and nurses rushed him into the emergency room. Sarah looked panicked as she caught up with me and shouted angrily, “Ellie, no matter how much you resent Bryce, you can’t provoke and slander him like that. “He’s your husband. Are you trying to get him killed?” With that, Sarah chased after them. I stood in the empty hallway, gradually becoming desperate.
I turned around and drove back home. What happened at the hospital annoyed me. No matter what was going on with both of them, I had to get Bryce to explain it to me. Bryce didn’t return until two in the morning of the third day, and Sarah followed him back. He looked pale, and every step he took was difficult for him. He deserved it. He knew he was allergic to peaches, but he insisted on doing something like that. Sarah said with concern, “Bryce, be careful.” As the two walked to the living room and turned on the lights, they realized that I was sitting and watching them silently. “Honey, are you still awake?” Bryce whispered, looking guilty. Sarah, however, was not the least embarrassed as she looked at me and said, “Dr. Mitchell, there weren’t enough hospital beds, so I brought Bryce back. “You’re at least Bryce’s wife, but why don’t you care about him at all?” I couldn’t help but laugh. Who was she to ask me that? I said, “Bryce, aren’t you going to explain?” Bryce shuddered and walked over to me, and he was in so much pain that he couldn’t sit down. He said, “Honey, someone went to Sarah’s yoga studio today to cause trouble, so I did her a favor. The troublemaker was so sick that he did that to me…” I sneered inside. “Oh? So why was she calling you her husband?” Bryce was still sober at that time, and he was perfectly capable of calling me or signing it himself. It was amazing that he could come up with such a ridiculous excuse. Besides, Sarah said that hostile thing to me, but he lied to me that they didn’t do anything. I said, “You think I’m gullible? You two dated a long time ago, didn’t you? It was before your yoga class, right?” Bryce was so annoyed that he endured the pain and tipped everything on the table to the floor. He said, “Why did you have to doubt me? I’ve already told you what happened! “Ellie, I’ve been sick. Not only do you not care about me, you want me to explain myself to you, don’t you?” I felt depressed inside as I watched his exasperation. As his wife, didn’t I even have the right to ask him anymore? Bryce frowned as he suddenly became furious. “Why do you keep asking me? Ellie, I’m really tired of you being like this. “Sarah and I are just friends, so don’t be so petty like a shrew” With that, he turned around and headed towards the bedroom. Sarah gave me a look with provocation and mockery in her eyes as she hurried to follow Bryce. She said, “Bryce, let me help you.” I laughed in exasperation. Why was everything my fault now? If I continued to ask, Bryce would just call me petty and jealous of Sarah. And if I kept doubting, he would just think I didn’t trust him or our marriage. I was so enraged that I just smashed things in the living room. There was a loud noise in the quiet living room. I was definitely not going to stop. The bedroom door was closed, and I wondered what they were doing. I held back my anger and went back to the master bedroom. It wasn’t long before Sarah suddenly knocked on my door at about four in the morning. She came in with a scone and placed it in front of me. She said, “Dr. Mitchell, Bryce specifically told me that you needed something to eat before bed, so he asked me to make you a scone.” Sarah paused and smiled, “Bryce cares about you, so please don’t get mad at him again.” Was that so? I looked at the door that was ajar, and then at the scone. I got a bit sentimental lately. I’d have a talk with Bryce when he got better. I finished the scone and was about to put the plate back in the kitchen when I suddenly saw the powder left on the plate. I was suddenly shocked. I instantly recognized the powder as the sleeping pills I had recently purchased that had been crushed by someone. I was always a light sleeper, so I needed sleeping pills to help me fall asleep. Sarah was now crushing my sleeping pills into powder in order to make me fall asleep without knowing it. Were these two trying to sleep together secretly behind my back? Just thinking about it made it hard for me to sleep and overthink about it. I wanted to see what they were up to. I secretly threw up all of that scone when I pretended to go to the restroom. After that, I purposely pretended to be quite sleepy and lay down on the bed to fall asleep. Perhaps they sensed that I was asleep. Soon, the sound of rustling noises emanated from their bedroom. I got up quietly and snuck outside of their bedroom door. Through the doorway, I saw Sarah, dressed revealingly, straddling Bryce’s lap.
“Did you give that pill to Ellie?” Bryce asked. He stroked Sarah’s body. His lower body was hurting so badly that he had to use his hands to vent his desires. Sarah smiled petulantly, “Nonsense. I watched her take it.” I clenched my fists and shuddered all over. Bryce had truly cheated on me! I couldn’t help but feel nauseous as I heard the muffled moans from inside the room. However, I couldn’t leave and only reluctantly watched the whole thing. When they were done, Sarah blushed and lay in Bryce’s arms. “Bryce, your wife won’t find out if we do this, right?” Bryce sneered, his eyes filled with disdain. “My wife loves me dearly, she will do anything for me. Also, she couldn’t find any evidence that I was cheating on her. “The most I can do is comfort her afterward and buy her some worthless gifts, and she’ll actively curry favor with me.” He kisses Sarah’s face. “Just feel free to stay with me. Ellie is boring, but she’s capable. She’ll give me her paycheck every month, so we don’t have to worry about running out of money.” I felt heartbroken, and my heart seemed to be choked, making me barely able to catch my breath. Was this how he had fooled with me for the seven years we’d been married? Bryce and I went to college together. His family was poor, but he was always enterprising in front of me. We fell in love at first sight. Bryce’s parents had got divorced, and they’d all started new families without wanting him. I grew up in an orphanage. We were both in the same boat, being abandoned by our parents. I went to graduate school, and Bryce decided to get a job in the government. I only had one meal a day and spent all the money from my part-time job on the expenses he needed for his exams. Most of my life was about Bryce. After graduation, we lived together in a damp basement, ate the cheapest fast food, looked forward to getting a home in this city, and thought about constant promotion. On the day Bryce successfully passed his exams, his father came to him because his child had leukemia, who needed a bone marrow transplant. Bryce was forcibly taken away by his father. I stopped him with a knife like crazy, but I was injured and hospitalized. Fortunately, I called the police in time to stop it all. Bryce broke ties with his father. He cried and told me, “Ellie, I promise you a better life.” However, since Bryce started working, I had paid our daily expenses. He told me he would handle our money and that I just had to go to work. I loved him, so I didn’t think much of it at all. I had a busy schedule at the hospital, and Bryce had very limited time off when he started working. We rarely saw each other at first, but we remained close. Then, Bryce was promoted, got a raise, and had more time on his hands, but he started complaining that I was still a general attending doctor. During the year, Bryce said he was so busy that he never came to visit me in the hospital. By contrast, he could go to Sarah’s yoga class every day for four months. It was surprising that I never thought about the reason why a man was doing these exercises for no reason at all. It turned out everything was done for a reason. I was so dumb. All my effort for nothing was as worthless as a piece of garbage to Bryce. Maybe I was a simpleton to him. I suddenly felt exhausted inside and thought that what I had done all these years was not worth it. I didn’t want to love him anymore. Our marriage didn’t need to last any longer, but I was not willing to divorce just like that, because it was too merciful for the cheaters. Seeing that they started again, I pulled out my cell phone and secretly took a lot of photos and videos. These could be the evidence in my favor later. They would surely pay me back a hundred times over for what I had suffered. When I woke up at eight o’clock the next day, there was already some breakfast they had bought in the living room. Bryce was injured, and they had been doing that all night, but he still had the energy to think about me. He said nervously, “Honey, you’re up. How did you sleep?” I pretended to have just woken up, yawned, and said, “I slept well last night until dawn.” Bryce let out a sigh of relief secretly. I thought, “Well, wasn’t he not afraid of me knowing that? Didn’t he talk a lot of nonsense last night? Now he’s afraid I’ll find out and break the funding chain for his secret dates with Sarah, right?” Even though Bryce had made a lot of money over the years, he would still spend my money. He was extravagant, and he always bought people dinner, so he couldn’t save any money at all. I worked in a hospital, but I met a lot of people at my part-time job all those years. They appreciated me and took me into some investments. I saved a lot of money, and the bank paid me enough interest every year to cover my expenses. I wouldn’t even have to go to work if I didn’t want to. I looked at Bryce and pretended to be concerned. “Are you okay?” Bryce smiled cheerfully, “I was worried that you weren’t going to eat breakfast again, so I still got up and bought it for you.” I forced a smile. “You’re so sweet.” Seeing that I looked normal, Bryce said he was going to get some more rest to recover from his injuries. At that moment, Sarah came out from the other guest room, and the first thing she did was to care for Bryce. I was sitting in the middle, so the two didn’t dare to get too close, but their eyes looked clearly flirtatious. I smiled and looked at Sarah gratefully. “I was wrong about yesterday. Thank you for doing Bryce a favor. “I’m worried that someone will make trouble at your yoga studio, so how about you stay at our house for the next few days? You can also help me take care of Bryce.” I made an excuse that I was busy at the hospital and couldn’t get away lately. Bryce, of course, was more than willing, and he hastened to help Sarah agree. With one woman letting him vent his desires and the other giving him money to spend, he certainly wasn’t going to turn down such a nice opportunity. He took my hand and said, “Honey, you are so understanding, and I’m so lucky.” Was I understanding? I sneered in my mind. If I didn’t accept that he was cheating and asked him about it, I’d be the petty shrew. As long as I was willing to be a soft touch, l would be understanding. I said, “I am your wife, so of course I have to think about you.” Bryce apparently didn’t see anything wrong with it, and he was immersed in the happiness. Unfortunately, his nice days were coming to an end soon. I went to the yoga studio in my free time and found a yoga instructor named Jessica Anderson and paid thirty thousand dollars for her class. I became her super VIP client, and we added each other’s contact information. Jessica hated Sarah in the first place, so I found out everything about Sarah in a flash Although Sarah was a nice girl on the surface, she was not a simple one behind the scenes. When some of her female clients came to the class, once their husbands came to pick them up and drop them off, Sarah would add the contact information of these guys by all means. She would seduce a lot of men with some sexy photos. On the social media platforms Sarah used, there were plenty of guys who liked her face and body, and some even hired her specifically as a yoga instructor. Sarah would use her body to seduce them into spending money for her to improve her performance. She was articulate and flattering, and Bryce was fooled by her in this way. The day Bryce went into the hospital, the two just lost control in the yoga studio late at night. Jessica said, “Sarah came to work here last March. During this period, there have been more than twelve men she has slept with.” The oldest of these men was fifty-nine years old and the youngest was nineteen. Some of the guys would be dumped by Sarah as soon as they expressed their desire to get married to her. Bryce was the one who stayed with Sarah the longest because he was rich, handsome, and strong, not to mention that Bryce was a simpleton. He had never shown such feelings to me before, and it seemed like he had truly loved her. I found out that Sarah had gone to work after high school, and she made a lot of money doing that in her hometown. But why did she come to Jerald all of a sudden? I was suspicious in my mind, so I paid a private investigator to check it out. The papers were sent to me soon afterward. It turned out that when Sarah was twenty years old, she married a male client, and had a daughter. That man’s name was Charlie Nelson. But Sarah couldn’t control herself after marriage and seduced a lot of guys, including many rich ones, so she wanted a divorce. Their daughter became seriously ill when she was two years old and needed daily medication. Charlie refused to get a divorce, but Sarah was desperate to get rid of them. She purposely accused that Charlie was cheating on her, and she secretly set a fire and took all the money, leaving Charlie with tens of millions of dollars in debt. Charlie didn’t die in that fire, but his daughter did. Charlie was so desperate that he tried to kill Sarah, but Sarah fled to Jerald. Sarah had purposely been someone’s mistress, and she had no humanity, so she had to be punished. I took a deep breath and dialed Charlie’s number. When the call was answered, Charlie’s hoarse voice rang out, it sounded dejected. “Who is this?” “Do you want to find Sarah to avenge your daughter’s death? I know where she is.”
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