My husband Jack Ray, in order to maintain his “good guy” image in front of his first love, actually forgave the hit-and-run driver who struck me down. He even had the audacity to say righteously: “He really didn’t mean it. If Mia hadn’t insisted on running around in the middle of the night, she wouldn’t have gotten hit.” He completely forgot that it was because of his sudden heart attack that I had no choice but to risk going out in the middle of the night to buy his medication. I watched with my own eyes as he embraced that woman tightly, while his first love said coquettishly: “You’re just too kind. After all these years, you’re still stuck with that cold, uncaring woman.” They were inseparable, while I could only watch helplessly as Jack chose to abandon saving me, ultimately dying on that hospital bed filled with resentment. When I opened my eyes again, I had somehow returned to the night before Jack’s heart attack. ***** “It hurts so much…” The familiar groaning suddenly reached my ears, startling me into sitting up abruptly. I quickly looked around, my gaze finally settling on Jack lying on the floor, clutching his chest tightly, his whole body trembling with pain. The memories from my past life instantly overlapped with this moment. I frantically lifted my dress and carefully examined my body. Not a single injury – my skin didn’t even have a scratch. Had I… really been reborn? While I was still in a daze, Jack called out weakly from the floor: “Can’t you hear me talking to you? I’m in so much pain, can’t you come take care of me? How can you be so cold!” Cold? He called me cold? I almost couldn’t help but laugh out loud at those words. He didn’t think it was cold when he let the driver who killed me off the hook, didn’t think it was cold when he watched me suffer and die in that hospital bed, but now just because I didn’t comfort him immediately, he thought I was “cold”? What nerve to say such a thing – how could there be such a selfish person in this world? Thinking back to my past life, lying in that hospital bed with pain that nearly suffocated me. How many times I begged him to save me, yet he just stood there with his arms crossed, coldly telling me: “Can’t you stop being so vicious? We don’t have money – how are we supposed to pay for your treatment? Do you want that poor driver to pay your medical bills? What about his family?” That’s when I completely lost hope. I remembered every penny in our household clearly. The savings we’d accumulated over the years would have been more than enough to cover any medical treatment. Jack simply didn’t want to save me, because once I died, he could be with his first love openly and legitimately. All that talk about the driver’s livelihood was just an excuse to brush me off. Thinking about this, the rage in my heart nearly consumed me. I frowned as I stared at Jack’s weak face and slowly walked toward him. He thought I would kneel beside him and fuss over him like before. A flash of smugness crossed his eyes as he said condescendingly: “This is how you should behave. You’re too malicious – only by following me can you improve your temperament. I’m teaching you to be better, so you should thank me… Ahhhhh!” Before he could finish speaking, I stomped hard on his body. To make sure he felt it “deeply” enough, I deliberately applied more pressure and stomped a few more times. Only after watching his face contort with pain did I slowly lift my foot away. Even touching him made me feel dirty. He never expected that gentle me would suddenly become so fierce. For a moment, he even forgot about the pain. Jack was stunned, staring at me intently, his mouth opening and closing, unable to speak for a long time. I hated that self-righteous expression of his the most. Without another word, I grabbed his collar and gave him two solid slaps across the face. Now he finally snapped back to reality. Covering his face, he shouted at me furiously: “Are you crazy? How dare you hit me? Do you believe I’ll divorce you right now!” I had already stood up, casually dusting off my hands, and turned to leave. After packing my things, I pushed open the door and walked to the entrance. Before leaving, I coldly threw out one final line. “Don’t flatter yourself, you fool! I’m the one who wants the divorce, not you. Enjoy suffering alone at home with no one to care about you.” After saying this, I walked out the front door without looking back. He had a heart condition. This time, without me running errands to buy his medication, I wanted to see just how he planned to survive.
On my first day in the new place, I was sprawled out on the couch like a total couch potato. I yawned lazily, thinking how absolutely wonderful it was that the air didn’t smell like Jack anymore – even breathing felt sweet. In my past life, I was so stubborn and fixated on that man, always thinking he was the kindest, most innocent person in the world. I was willing to endure any hardship just to stay by his side. Now I finally get it – Jack is rotten to the core. I must have been blind to love him that much before. But now? Whoever wants to be his babysitter can go right ahead – I’m done playing along with his act. I was just getting comfortable and ready to binge-watch some shows when the phone started ringing urgently, completely killing my good mood. I picked it up and saw it was an unknown number. I figured it might be work with some emergency, but the moment I answered, Sarah McWilliams’ sickeningly sweet voice came through. “Mia? Where are you right now? How have you become so heartless lately? How did your heart turn so cold? You actually had the nerve to lay hands on Jack, and seeing him so sick, you don’t even care! How can you be so cruel?” The corner of my mouth twitched – from her tone, you’d think she was some kind of queen or something. Has she lost her mind? No wonder the world finally went quiet after I blocked Jack’s number last night. I thought he might have died, but turns out he went crying to Sarah. How boring. I was hoping I could just become a widow. Before I could get a word in, Jack’s whiny voice came through the phone: “I never thought all my efforts to teach her would be useless! She’s still the same old her! So disappointing! Sarah, don’t bother trying to convince her – this time I’m definitely divorcing her!” Sarah quickly jumped in, putting on her good-person act. “Oh, don’t be angry! She was just acting impulsively! Mia, you need to apologize right now and take good care of Jack. He’s not as heartless as you are – he’s always been so kind, he definitely won’t hold it against you. Hurry up and get over here! “Oh, and I covered the hospital bills first, so you need to transfer me twenty thousand dollars right away.” Listening to these two play good cop, bad cop, all for the little money I had, I found it absolutely ridiculous. I rubbed my temples and replied with a fake smile: “Oh my, what should I do? Sarah, I bet Jack definitely doesn’t want to see a jinx like me. Patients need a peaceful environment, and you’re the perfect person to take care of him. You’re so warm and kind, you’d definitely be willing to help, right?” The moment I said that, seeing that I really wasn’t planning to go back and wait on Jack, Sarah panicked. After all, she wasn’t done living it up and didn’t want to be stuck in a hospital taking care of someone. Not to mention she had fronted the medical bills – she wasn’t about to let her own money go down the drain. She was about to argue back, but I cut her off completely. “As for the money, you know perfectly well that all our household money is with Jack. Go ask him directly – don’t waste my time. Alright, I need to get to work. Hanging up now.” I hung up immediately, not giving them even a shred of hope. I could just imagine the expressions on both their faces. But did that have anything to do with me? Don’t they love playing the saint? I’d love to see how long either of them can last when they’re actually stuck together for a few days. Just thinking about it was entertaining.
These two turned on each other faster than I ever imagined. After Jack’s heart attack, his condition was so severe he needed help just to use the bathroom. In my past life, I worked myself to death playing nursemaid, enabling their lovey-dovey act in public. Now that no one was doing these things for them, Sarah had to handle everything herself. She not only had to take care of Jack’s daily needs but also pay for his medication out of her own pocket. Jack had one defining trait—he’d been poor as a kid, so he was obsessed with money. He could give anyone his affection, but ask him to spend money? Not a chance. After just two days, Sarah couldn’t take it anymore when she got a stack of hospital bills. She stormed into my office and slammed the bills down on my desk. “Mia! Don’t you have any conscience? Your own husband is suffering in the hospital, and you haven’t said a word or even made a phone call! Is your heart made of stone?” Sarah had barely slept a full night these past two days. Jack would demand massages at the slightest discomfort. His meals had to be exactly to his specifications—no room for error. She was running herself ragged and couldn’t even get a decent meal for herself. She’d lost weight, her hair was greasy, and she’d been wearing the same clothes for days. In the summer heat, she smelled worse than a garbage can. Where was that “goddess aura” she used to have? I pinched my nose and stepped back, deliberately showing my disgust. “Didn’t you already know I have no conscience? So why are you here? I used to bust my ass taking care of Jack, and the moment he felt better, he’d run off to post on Instagram with you, thinking I was some kind of fool?” My words exposed their secret, and Sarah’s face instantly darkened. Her eyes darted around before she quickly made excuses: “What are you talking about? We’re just friends! Don’t project your dirty thoughts onto others!” I smiled and pulled out the divorce papers from my drawer, placing them in front of her. She froze, not yet processing what was happening, as I said calmly: “Give it up. We’re not the same kind of people. You two were checking into hotels together and you want to talk about friendship? How amusing. Since you’re here, take these divorce papers back to Jack and tell him to sign them quickly. Otherwise, don’t blame me for kicking him out and leaving him with nothing.” Sarah never expected me to actually go through with it. Her eyes turned red with panic. “How can you dump him when he’s sick! You’re so heartless!” I threw a stack of photos right in front of her—all of them showing her and Jack embracing as they entered hotels, their lips practically touching, and she still wanted to pretend it was innocent friendship. After seeing the photos, Sarah’s eyes welled up with tears, and she lunged forward to tear them to shreds. Now their last shred of dignity was gone. But did she really think I’d only keep one copy of such important evidence? I said calmly: “I’ll only say this once—these photos are proof of his adultery during our marriage. If he wants to save face, he’d better sign quickly. Otherwise, I’ll make sure all your family and friends get to see your ‘innocent friendship.’” Sarah was so furious she was grinding her teeth, looking like she was about to attack me. But security had been standing by, and before she could make a move, they grabbed her and threw her out the door. Her screams echoed clearly throughout the entire hallway. A week later, Jack actually took me to court. He insisted I had violated his privacy and slapped me with an attempted murder charge. The so-called privacy violation was me taking photos of him and his “good friend” entering a hotel together. Jack got so worked up that he was literally spitting as he talked. “Sure, what I did was wrong! But wasn’t she wrong too? She actually had someone photograph me! Isn’t that trampling on my dignity? You have no idea how kind I am!” After his little speech, he put on this fake heartbroken act, wiping away crocodile tears like he was the one who’d been cheated on. The lawyer saw right through his shameless performance, his mouth twitching as he turned to me, waiting for my response. I was ready for this. I casually crossed my legs and smiled. “How can you call it spying? I was out for my morning jog when I happened to run into them. I thought someone was trying to frame my husband, so I quickly took photos as evidence. I never imagined you’d think so poorly of me – it really breaks my heart!” My lies had Jack shaking with rage. He even started cursing in the courtroom. I couldn’t help but shake my head – this guy had terrible composure, nowhere near as good as mine. Unfortunately for him, the judge ruled that this wasn’t invasion of privacy at all. I hadn’t profited from the photos, so it was completely legal. Seeing his first move had failed, Jack pulled out his desperate card. He broke down crying in court, talking about how terrible his heart attack was and how I just stood there unmoved, abandoning him – clearly attempted murder. After he finished, the entire courtroom fell silent. Even my lawyer couldn’t help but chuckle, leaning over to whisper, “Is this guy nuts? He cheated on you and still expects you to dote on him hand and foot? Take him to the hospital? You should’ve kicked him to the curb – who does he think he is?” It seemed there were still reasonable people in this world. Watching Jack get so furious his hair was practically standing on end, calling me cold-blooded, heartless, and vicious. I pursed my lips, stood up, and cleared my throat. “Before I left that day, I asked multiple times if he needed help, but Jack refused me every single time. I was pretty hurt by that. When I tried to help him get to the hospital, he shoved me away and called his ‘good friend’ instead, then told me to leave. I was worried he’d get even more upset and something worse would happen, so I left first. Don’t pin this on me.” I sat back down, pulling out a handkerchief to fake wiping tears while actually trying not to laugh. Why didn’t I break up with him sooner? What a waste of time. My complete nonsense had Jack so furious he nearly had another heart attack, his lips trembling. But his word didn’t count, and neither did mine. The judge had the final say. Thankfully, the world didn’t disappoint me. The judge quickly saw through what was really going on. It was nothing more than me discovering Jack’s affair, wanting to use evidence to leave him with nothing in the divorce, while he couldn’t bear to lose his beautiful, wealthy wife and decided to turn the tables on me. I’d seen shameless people before, but never anyone this outrageous. He spouted all this righteous nonsense, insisting on taking the moral high ground to condemn me. The judge was so amused by his act that he ruled in my favor. When the verdict came down, Jack couldn’t believe it. He had a complete meltdown right there in the courtroom, convinced the judge and lawyers had taken my money to help me win the case. Only after the judge gave him a public dressing-down did he finally quiet down. He hung his head in silence, probably cooking up his next scheme. I picked up my purse to leave when he suddenly called out, “Mia… could you please not divorce me?” This time his voice had lost its usual arrogance, replaced with a pleading tone. Seeing him like a cornered puppy, in the past I might have softened. Too bad I’d already died once. I smiled coolly. “Jack, don’t you get it? I stopped loving you long ago. I’ll never be with you again in this lifetime.” When I said I didn’t love him, something died in his eyes. He looked like an abandoned kitten, left to lick his wounds in the corner. And I would never look back.
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