Married for five years, I, Joyce Felton, showed signs of a threatened miscarriage, while my husband, Jude Rivers, made headlines for taking wedding photos with his secretary, Summer Fields. I lay in the hospital bed, took a screenshot, and posted on Instagram with the caption: [You two look perfect together, wishing you happiness.] The next second, Jude called. “Joyce, what nonsense are you posting again?! Do you know that because of what you said, Summer is now crying her eyes out? How did you become so vicious?” On the other end of the line came Summer’s pitiful sobbing. My silence completely enraged Jude. He said, “Joyce, if you do something like this again, we’ll get a divorce!” In the past, whenever I heard the word “divorce,” I would always break down in tears and apologize. But this time, I simply replied softly, “Alright.” ***** I walked in carrying a bunch of medication for pregnancy support, only to meet Jude’s cold and gloomy gaze. “Where did you go?” he asked. Before I could speak, he casually glanced at the bag of medicine, a look of realization flashing in his eyes. He sneered and said, “Summer guessed right. You went to the hospital again to get your classmate to write a fake medical record, trying to fake illness to get my attention?” He rubbed his tired temples, sighed, and said helplessly, “Joyce, have you had enough? Hurry up and delete that Instagram post, got it? Stop threatening me with divorce all the time. Don’t think I won’t go through with it!” “Haven’t I explained it to you? That wedding photoshoot was just part of Summer’s variety show segment, for the sake of the show!” He sat steadily on the sofa the entire time. Believing I was faking illness, he didn’t even bother to help me, even though I struggled so much to push the door while clutching my stomach. The taxi ride home drained all my energy. Right now, I just want to follow the doctor’s advice and rest well. Faced with his questioning and accusations, I didn’t break down and explain like I used to. I simply gave him a calm glance, then took out my phone and decisively deleted that post. Then, I showed him my phone. “I deleted it.” Jude obviously didn’t expect me to cooperate like this, and his expression turned a bit complicated. He was somewhat surprised and also dissatisfied. I had no interest in guessing his emotions and turned to grab the medicine, ready to head back to my room. He suddenly smashed the cup on the table and yelled at me, “Joyce, who are you putting on this act for?! Do I have to expose that this medicine is fake?!” He rushed forward, grabbed the medicine bag, rummaged through it for a while, and froze when he saw the unfamiliar doctor’s name on the diagnosis. He murmured, “How could this be? Why isn’t it your classmate?” Leaning against the wall, anger rose in my heart as I lowered my gaze with a cold smile. “Mr. Rivers, did you forget? My classmate was dismissed a year ago because of your secretary.” A year ago, I went to my university classmate who studied medicine because of rectal bleeding and abdominal pain. She said it might be an intestinal obstruction and suggested I get hospitalized early for treatment, possibly requiring surgery if it’s serious. I honestly told Jude, hoping he could take care of me for a few days. Summer smiled and said, “Ms. Felton, I know you mind me often taking up Mr. Rivers’ time, but you can’t fake being sick just to get attention. My grandmother is a doctor, so I know a bit about medicine. You look perfectly healthy, how could you be ill?” Jude, who was originally worried about my health, immediately looked upset upon hearing that. He knew I had a good relationship with that medical student and sneered as he tore up my medical records. He said, “I’d like to see just how serious your illness can be.” Following Summer’s suggestion, he locked me at home and forbade me from going to the hospital. He had the housekeeper prepare medicine personally mixed by Summer every day. However, on the third day of taking that medicine, I had a high fever, fell unconscious, and vomited blood. If the housekeeper hadn’t secretly taken me to the emergency room under pressure, I might have died. But Jude, who rushed over, not only didn’t feel sorry for me but instead comforted the tearful and apologizing Summer. Summer said, “I’m sorry, Ms. Felton, it’s all my fault for being too hasty and giving the wrong prescription.” Jude scolded me, “Are you stupid? Didn’t you check the effects before taking the medicine?” My classmate couldn’t stand it anymore and pointed at Jude, yelling, “Are you crazy? You let your wife take any random prescription? Do you just want her to die early so you can marry your lover?” Because of this sentence, Jude believed that I conspired with my classmate to set up a trap, intending to ruin Summer’s reputation. Jude is a nationally renowned professor and a close friend of the hospital director. The outcome was that my originally treatable intestine was removed due to necrosis, and my doctor friend was also dismissed. After this incident, I completely gave up on Jude.
Jude seemed to recall this incident as well, and the furious expression on his face gradually calmed down. He cleared his throat lightly and placed the medicine on the table. Then, as if changing the subject, he smiled, picked up a bag of cold breakfast from the dining table, and said, “I happened to pass by the restaurant we used to frequent on my way back. Isn’t this your favorite?” I looked at him coldly, but I couldn’t help laughing inside. He had just finished a half-month-long research conference. Meanwhile, Summer’s Instagram was full of pictures of Jude taking her to top-notch restaurants. But when it came to me, he only bought me cheap snacks. Am I someone so cheap that I can be brushed off like this? The dull pain in my lower abdomen persisted, and I really couldn’t be bothered to argue with him anymore. I said, “Jude, 20-year-old Joyce was willing to eat this with you because she liked you. “But now, I’m 30, and I don’t like you anymore.” After saying that, I turned to leave. Jude wanted to say something but was interrupted by a sudden message. He ignored me and turned to the balcony to handle his business. I locked the bedroom door, wrapped my chilly body in the blanket, trying to absorb some warmth. The next second, I fell into a dream filled with memories. Jude and I once shared a long period of love and affection. I was a pampered rich girl, and he was a sponsored poor student. But he was smart and ambitious. We met during a hiking event organized by the school. That day, halfway through the hike, a sudden downpour came, and I almost slipped off a cliff, but he grabbed me just in time. At that time, he was tall, with a strong build from working part-time at an auto repair shop for a long time. He was amused by my tearful expression, his deep eyes full of laughter. He said, as long as he’s here, nothing will happen to me. He kept his word; during the rest of the hike that day, he stayed by my side, protecting me. He even helped me scare away the snake I feared most. After that day, we started interacting more and more. On my 20th birthday, he took me to a fancy restaurant with the money he had saved for a long time. Back then, he wasn’t familiar with table manners, yet with a flushed face, he pulled a diamond necklace out of his suit pocket. He promised me, “Joyce, I will do my best to give you a good life!” Later, he really did it. On the day he became a professor, he proposed to me. But in the fourth year of our marriage, Summer appeared. All the beauty withered away. Suddenly, a loud bang, and the bedroom door was violently kicked open.
I was trapped in a nightmare, terrified, and the next second, Jude yanked my hair hard and dragged me off the bed. I clutched my lower abdomen in fear, but still, the hard floor struck it with sharp pain. This child was unexpected, but because of him, there was a glimmer of hope in my bleak life. I trembled as I said, “My baby! Jude, my stomach hurts!” He stared at me coldly, his tone icy. “It’s all because of the post you made! Now Summer is being cursed on trending searches. Issue a statement immediately, saying we divorced long ago and you’re the ex-wife.” I clutched my lower abdomen and let out a bitter laugh. “Jude, don’t go too far. I can make the post, but only after we officially finalize the divorce.” Jude angrily smashed the couple’s ceramic mug on the dressing table. He pointed at my nose and yelled, “Joyce, don’t be ungrateful!” Ceramic shards cut my instep, and blood gushed out, quickly staining the floor red. Due to blood loss, I felt dizzy, and the only thought in my mind was that the baby must be okay! I grabbed Jude’s shirt corner and pleaded, “Please, my stomach hurts so much, take me to the hospital quickly!” Jude sneered and shook off my hand, saying coldly, “Stop acting. Do you think using the baby to threaten me still works? I’m tired of this trick long ago.” I closed my eyes and gave a bitter smile. Yes, ever since Summer appeared, I’ve been trapped in the darkest time of my life. At that time, Jude was almost constantly revolving around her. To save my marriage, I had to fake a pregnancy to trick Jude into coming home. At first, he believed it a few times. Later, Summer smiled and revealed a medical report, exposing the fact that I wasn’t pregnant at all. But after Jude left me in anger, I actually got pregnant. However, this time, when he saw my pregnancy report, he no longer cared. ***** Excessive blood loss caused the dizziness to intensify. I gritted my teeth and struggled to get up, but Jude, who just came back with the medicine, pressed me down. With a grim face, he sprinkled all the hemostatic powder on the wound. The intense pain made me scream, and cold sweat instantly soaked my entire back. He casually tossed the empty bottle aside and coldly warned, “Don’t play tricks. Until you explain clearly, you’re not going anywhere.” I wanted to explain, but the injury on my foot not only didn’t ease but also caused chills all over, and the sinking feeling in my lower abdomen grew stronger. Terrified, I grabbed the medicine bottle to check and found it wasn’t for stopping bleeding at all. “This isn’t a hemostatic medicine!” I threw the bottle away with trembling hands. Jude’s face turned pale instantly. Realizing things were out of control, he quickly stepped forward to help me out the door. His Maybach was parked at the doorstep. That car had only ever been used to drive Summer to and from work. Usually, I could only drive the old Ford. Jude once said that since I often needed to go to the hospital for check-ups, it wasn’t suitable to drive such an expensive car. Summer’s health was fragile, and driving that old car wasn’t good for her. This time, he hesitated for a moment but ultimately didn’t say anything to belittle me. When he opened the passenger door for me, I instinctively sat in the back seat. There was only one reason. The passenger seat was blatantly decorated with a cartoon sticker saying “Mr. Rivers’ Precious Seat.” Jude coughed awkwardly. “Summer is just a kid.” I held my lower abdomen and nodded calmly. “Mm, I understand. Go ahead and drive.” Jude pressed his lips together, seemingly displeased with my reaction. He drove towards the hospital, glancing at my expression countless times through the rearview mirror along the way. I kept my eyes closed the whole time, enduring the pain. The car got onto the highway, but Jude suddenly received a video call from Summer.
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