My wife was in a car accident, and as a doctor, I examined her and discovered she had a malignant brain tumor. Worried about upsetting her, I planned to tell her later and hid the test results in my bag. Unexpectedly, she stumbled upon the report but mistakenly thought I was the one with the brain tumor. One day, I went to her office and overheard her telling her friends, “My husband, who has neither talent nor looks, just money, has a brain tumor…” “If Sebastian Scott hadn’t gone abroad back then, I would never have settled for him… I’m just so unlucky!” “At least I never agreed to have children with him. Once he dies, all his money will be mine.” Later, she claimed to have amnesia from the car accident, pretending not to remember who I was. She even moved her male secretary Sebastian into our home, treating him as her husband. I smiled at her and said, “Evelyn Yves, let’s get divorced.” … Standing outside Evelyn’s office door, listening to her conversation with her friends, I could barely breathe, my entire body trembling uncontrollably. Not only was she convinced I had a brain tumor, but she was also full of contempt and disgust toward me. I almost pushed the door open to burst in and demand why she would treat me this way. But just then, she called her first love Sebastian, and her tender voice instantly froze me in place. She said, “Sebastian, have you left yet? I’ll pick you up later, and we’ll go to our favorite restaurant.” “Don’t worry, I’m feeling much better now. You’re so thoughtful, knowing I was in a car accident. Unlike him, who doesn’t care about me at all. I really regret it.” I looked down at the chicken soup I had spent hours making, and a chill ran through me. Yes, I regretted it too. Seeing she had ended the call, I quickly left. Passing the trash can downstairs, I threw the chicken soup away. Before I’d gone far, I received a message from Evelyn: [In a meeting, will be home late.] I turned off my phone screen, feeling like a complete joke. It had been pouring rain on my way there, and in my rush to bring Evelyn the soup, I’d gotten soaked without realizing it. As soon as I got home, I developed a high fever. After taking medicine, I passed out on the couch, only to be awakened by Evelyn’s irritated voice. She demanded, “Harrison Fairchild, why didn’t you answer any of my calls?!” “Is your phone just for show? Why do you always do this?” I opened my eyes weakly, noticing the missed calls flashing on my phone, and said faintly, “My head hurts. I wanted to sleep for a while.” “Headaches are normal,” she blurted out without thinking, then, as if realizing something, quickly explained, “That’s what happens when you overthink everything until your brain is fried!” I knew she probably thought it was a symptom of my supposed brain cancer. Seeing I didn’t respond, she pushed me further into the couch and pretended to casually adjust her collar, saying, “I had dinner with a client tonight and heard something that made sense to me.” “This client has a friend whose husband got cancer, and he eventually refused treatment. He said it was to reduce the burden on his wife’s family afterward, since cancer is incurable anyway.” I was stunned. I had thought her words on the phone with her friends were just jokes, but she was serious. Between the lines, she clearly didn’t want me to survive. I forced a bitter smile and said, “That’s exactly how I feel. When one person gets cancer, the whole family suffers.” Her eyes flashed with excitement as she asked, “Really? You think so too?” I nodded, thinking to myself, yes, if you gave up treatment, I could save a fortune too. Early the next morning, I called the hospital and calmly requested an extended leave, saying, “I have some family matters to deal with recently.” On the other end, my colleague Dr. Silas hesitated before carefully asking, “Harrison, do you know about your wife’s test results from our hospital?” “You’re a doctor too. Please convince your wife to return to the hospital for active treatment.” I pulled at the corner of my mouth in a half-smile and said, “I tried, but she says cancer is incurable and doesn’t want treatment.” Dr. Silas was silent for a long while before finally sighing, “I… called her, asking her to come to the hospital, and she… she got very angry, saying no one in your family has cancer…” “She also… asked me not to tell you, saying you should just rest at home. I… I don’t understand what this means…” As I listened, a wave of desolation washed over me. I understood—Evelyn simply didn’t want me, whom she believed had cancer, to seek treatment. I almost laughed out loud, but the laugh caught in my throat and turned bitter. “If the hospital can’t convince her, what can I do?” After hanging up, I began packing my things. This place where I had spent eight Christmases now seemed so foreign to me. This home, and Evelyn—I wanted neither of them anymore.
Halfway through packing, my gaze fell on the dark green box in the cabinet—the one Evelyn had always forbidden me to touch. But now, what did I have left to care about? I opened the box and, as expected, a wave of excruciating pain washed over me, nearly drowning me. Inside were 99 things Evelyn planned to do with Sebastian. On the top card, a sentence was clearly written: [I want to have a beautiful baby with Sebastian in this lifetime.] On the back of the card was her “guilt” toward Sebastian: [Last time I accidentally got pregnant, it was all my fault. In this life, I’ll only have children with Sebastian! Thankfully, I miscarried in the end.] That was the baby I had longed for so desperately… I never imagined Evelyn hated the idea of its arrival so much. So she had never forgotten her first love. Not only had she boldly hired Sebastian as her personal secretary, but she had also made him so many promises behind my back. Looking at it this way, she probably only stayed with me for the money. I wiped away my tears, took a few photos, and put the box back in its place. Suddenly, I heard the electronic lock at the front door. Peering through the crack, I saw Evelyn returning with Sebastian. Evelyn’s face was lit with excitement as she grabbed Sebastian’s hand. “Sebastian, I might have post-accident syndrome. My head is buzzing. I’m so glad you’re willing to take care of me.” I pushed the door open with a grim expression, just in time to witness Sebastian responding with tender affection: “I’m your secretary, aren’t I? Taking care of you is my duty.” As he spoke, his arm deliberately brushed against Evelyn’s body. Upon seeing me, Sebastian was the first to react. Feigning surprise, he said, “Oh… Harrison is home…” He jumped away from Evelyn in pretend panic, avoiding my gaze. Evelyn, however, pulled him back and shielded him behind her. Looking at me, her voice filled with reproach: “Were you eavesdropping on my calls with Sebastian again last night?” “What are you trying to do? Sebastian came specially to take care of me, and you’re being so paranoid and unreasonable!” I frowned. The pain in my heart was far more agonizing than the suffering from my high fever. Fighting back nausea, the rage inside me threatened to consume me. “Evelyn, I’m not dead yet, and you’re already bringing him to ‘take care’ of you, is that it?” Sebastian’s face twisted into a sneer as he moved closer to Evelyn. “Harrison, you’re misunderstanding us… Evelyn and I…” Before he could finish, Evelyn suddenly clutched her head, acting as if she was in unbearable pain. Sebastian embraced her in panic. “Evelyn, what’s wrong? Don’t scare me!” Evelyn struggled for a few moments, then looked at Sebastian with confused eyes. Suddenly, she hugged him tightly and called out tenderly: “Husband…” Then, she turned to me with fury. “Who are you? Why are you in my house? Get out!” … At this stage of her brain cancer, memory loss wasn’t even a symptom. She was putting on an act in front of me. I leaned against the doorframe and asked, “Have you looked at our wedding photo on the wall? And you’re asking who I am?” Evelyn clung to Sebastian and shouted at me, “How would I know when you hung that up? I only love my husband Sebastian!” She continued her performance, acting as if she was in such agony that she might as well roll on the floor. Seeing this, Sebastian looked at me and said, “I think Evelyn has temporary amnesia from the accident. Please, Harrison, don’t upset her further.” “Since she only remembers me now, let me stay and take care of her. You should move out for a while.” I turned back to the bedroom and said, “No need to beg. I was planning to move out anyway.” Then I emerged with a small box of belongings and placed the divorce papers I’d prepared that morning on the table. Coldly, I said, “Evelyn, let’s get divorced.”
When I mentioned divorce, Evelyn’s face changed instantly. She grabbed the divorce agreement from the table and tore it to shreds. “Divorce? Do you think I’m stupid? You’re not even my husband, why would I sign anything?” She gritted her teeth, each word forced through clenched jaws. “You’re just trying to scam me out of money! I’m telling you, it’s not happening!” I had anticipated this reaction and no longer felt the need to be courteous. “You refuse to divorce me because you’re waiting for me to die so you can seize all my assets, isn’t that right?” Evelyn’s eyes darted away nervously. She glared at me viciously, grabbed my luggage and hurled it outside the door, shouting, “What nonsense are you talking about? Get out! Now!” Sebastian, pretending to be concerned, took my hand and urged, “Harrison, you should leave. Don’t upset Evelyn anymore—she’s already suffering enough!” I let out a cold laugh. Suffering? Once she’s without me, then she’ll truly know what suffering means. After leaving home, I thought long and hard before deciding to resign from the hospital. I wasn’t running away. I had finally made up my mind to accept my mentor’s invitation to participate in an important medical research project abroad, with plans to bring the results back to our country later. Before, I always felt I couldn’t leave Evelyn and remained indecisive, but now I realized how meaningful this research was—something I had always cared deeply about. That afternoon, I changed into casual clothes and returned to the hospital. Dr. Silas approached me with concern written all over his face. “Dr. Fairchild, are you really sure about this? Losing talent like you is such a shame…” Dr. Silas and I had become doctors around the same time, and we’d always maintained a good relationship. I told him about Evelyn. After hearing the whole story, he was so shocked he couldn’t speak for a while. Finally, he managed to say, “That’s… that’s absolutely despicable!” Suddenly, his expression tightened as he gestured behind me. I turned around to see Evelyn and Sebastian walking toward us. Evelyn smirked and deliberately raised her voice, “I’ve already told you I don’t know you. How long are you going to pretend to be my husband?!” “I kicked you out this morning, and now you’re stalking me at the hospital? Don’t you ever quit?!” The patients around us turned to look, whispering among themselves: “Isn’t that Dr. Fairchild? So he’s a homewrecker!” “He looks so proper, I never would have guessed he’d interfere in someone else’s marriage!” Though these comments seemed directed at me, Sebastian kept his head down, not daring to make a sound. He gripped Evelyn’s arm tightly and said, “Evelyn, didn’t you say your headache was getting worse? Let’s go see a doctor quickly.” I stepped in front of them, blocking their path, and said coldly, “Evelyn, you should take a good look at the name on that brain cancer report.” Evelyn jerked her head up, her eyes reddening. “Harrison! What does your cancer have to do with me?!” Dr. Silas, furious, pointed at Evelyn and demanded, “Weren’t you supposed to have amnesia?! How do you remember Dr. Fairchild’s name?! Stop pretending!” Evelyn stammered, still stubbornly defending herself: “I have intermittent amnesia!” I smiled slightly, opened the report, and pointed at the name, pronouncing each word distinctly: “Then surely you haven’t forgotten your own name?! Evelyn Yves!” She snatched the report from me, her eyes fixed on the name. Her face instantly turned ashen, her pupils constricting as her body swayed. “No… impossible! This… this must be fake! You forged it! You photoshopped it to scare me! You’re the one with cancer!” I crossed my arms over my chest, my gaze piercing, my tone laced with mockery: “The one with cancer has always been you, Evelyn.”
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