Moreover, I really needed this job.

Two years ago, my mom had a sudden cerebral hemorrhage and fell into a coma.

Iris and Nathan both advised me to give up on her treatment.

But my mom raised me alone and never had a day of happiness. I couldn't accept that.

They threatened me, saying I couldn't use their money.

Helpless, I used most of my monthly salary to transfer my mom to a cheaper nursing home, hoping she would wake up one day.

The manager sighed, "Your mother-in-law said your husband has cancer and you need to resign to take care of him. If we didn't approve, she would make a scene at the company. The boss found out and immediately agreed."

I instantly became furious.

So, her son's life is important?

After hanging up the phone, Iris walked in and nonchalantly ordered me to persuade Nathan to take his medication.

I didn't move, just stared at her.

She didn't feel guilty at all. Instead, she snapped at me.

"What are you looking at? It's you, this jinx, who harmed my son like this. If he's not well, you don't think about leaving."

Fine, since you want me to take care of him so much, I'll take good care of him.

Send him to his grave even faster.

Seeing my cooperative attitude, Iris dragged me to the doctor's office to ask if there were better treatment options.

The doctor said the patient's mood needed to improve and that the will to live greatly impacts recovery.

Iris, as if enlightened, called a girl named Zoey.

When Nathan and I had a simple wedding, I knew he had an ex-girlfriend named Zoey who left him because his family was poor. I didn't care at the time.

Three years after our marriage, his family unexpectedly received 20 million in compensation for a relocation, and gradually, his attitude towards me grew cold.

In my previous life, after Nathan recovered, he was desperate to divorce me and marry his true love, Zoey.

Unexpectedly, they had already been seeing each other for a while.

A beautiful, long-legged woman with brown hair appeared in the ward, and Iris enthusiastically greeted her.

I laughed sarcastically.

Nathan and I had been married for five years. To maintain family harmony, I took the initiative to buy clothes and jewelry for Iris, cared for her health, and even paid for her to travel abroad, but she never gave me a kind look.

When I returned home, there were no slippers for me, and even for the reunion dinner, she told me to order takeout for myself.

I thought she was naturally cold, feeling I had taken her son away, and held animosity towards me.

Now I realized, some people just hate you no matter what you do, without any reason.

Nathan's face lit up with joy upon seeing Zoey, and the dullness in his eyes brightened.

Iris pulled me out, letting them have a good chat.

I found it funny. I was his wife, yet now I was treated like an outsider.

The next day, as soon as I brought the soup over, I heard laughter coming from the ward.

Iris naturally took out the lunch boxes, giving one to Nathan and one to Zoey, completely ignoring that I was still hungry.

She even warned me to serve them well.

Nathan began to actively cooperate with the treatment, requesting to undergo even the most painful treatment plans.

Iris visibly relaxed.

Every day, Zoey would show up in the ward, looking radiant, to chat with Nathan.

The new patients praised the couple's relationship and also complimented me, their hired caretaker, for my diligence and attention to detail.

The doctors, during their rounds, would say his condition was improving day by day and that full recovery was possible.

After the first round of chemotherapy, just as he was discharged, Nathan asked me for a divorce and demanded a share of the only property my mom left me.

He said my mom became a vegetable after our marriage and left no will, so legally, it was marital property, and he was entitled to half.

I was infuriated by his shamelessness.

To protect my mom's property, I adamantly refused to divorce.

He threw my belongings out and slandered me online, claiming I cheated on him after he got cancer and that it was Zoey who had been caring for him devotedly.

I prepared to clear things up.

But then I received a call from the nursing home.

"Your mother-in-law requested to stop your mom's treatment, saying that since you're getting divorced, the fees you pay are marital property, and she wants to use it for her son's wedding expenses."

"Ms. Sanders, when can you come to pick up your mom? We're also worried about receiving complaints."

Anger surged within me as I glanced at the message just sent by the doctor.

"Your husband's condition has been worsening. Do you want to continue hiding his condition like before, or...?"