When I woke up again, the sunlight was shining through the gaps on my face. I stretched and sat up in bed.

Just as I was about to order takeout, Tom hurried over with an angry look on his face.

Juliet followed him. Her eyes swollen from crying.

I laughed. She was in her forties, but she was acting like a teenager, acting coquettishly and complaining.

Tom snatched my phone away and growled, "Katie, I'm away on a business trip for a few days, and you treat my mother like this?"

Nick was so scared by his yelling that he started crying.

I hurriedly coaxed Nick until he stopped crying, then I looked up and glared at Tom, "Your mother said that shit is a tonic, giving it to her is for her health. She should cherish it."

This was what Juliet once said, and I was now repeating it to them.

But this time Tom got angry. He kicked the table over and yelled, "Katie, you are deliberately going against my mother!"

It was not fair. Her mother said this for my good, but when I said this, it was considered as going against her.

Before I could refute him, Juliet started to act like a good person.

She wiped the tears from her face and said, "Tom, I'm fine. I just took some shit. Don't fight over me, and don't divorce me because of me."

In front of Tom, Juliet always appeared weak.

I was an open and honest person, so I had to suffer losses in front of Juliet, who was good at acting.

Initially, Tom would not have thought of divorce, but when Juliet mentioned this, he was a little dizzy for a moment.

Seeing Juliet being so humble and submissive, Tom felt hurt.

He pointed at me and gnashed his teeth and said, "Katie, apologize to my mother to admit your mistake, otherwise we will get divorced."

I glanced at Juliet out of the corner of my eye. She was smiling, and her eyes were full of gloating.

I snorted in my heart, "You want me to apologize to that old bitch? No way."

"Divorce if you want," I said firmly. If I hesitated, it would be disrespectful to myself.

After hearing what I said, he was shocked. He never thought that I would choose to divorce.

In his impression, I was someone who loved him so much that I could not help myself and could tolerate everything he and his family did.

I didn't hesitate, but he did.

Afraid that he would go back on his word, I provoked Juliet with my eyes as if to say, "See, even if I feed you shit, your son still won't be willing to divorce."

She understood what I meant and immediately started playing tricks. She begged me not to divorce Tom. She also said that if I really didn't like her, she could go back to the countryside alone.

Tom couldn't bear to let go of Juliet after they had depended on each other for so many years.

With Juliet's trick, Tom and I went to the law office and successfully got a divorce.

Since I was not the one at fault, I was not kicked out of the house with nothing in this life.

The best outcome for me would be to divide the property equally and raise Nick by myself.

In fact, the reason for my divorce from Tom was not only because of Juliet, but also because of that girl.

In just one night, he fell in love with her.

In my previous life, Tom started to be absent-minded at this time, and I thought he was depressed due to work pressure.

Now that I thought about it, it was all because of my slowness! Not only did I lose my life, but I also implicated Nick.

The day after the divorce, I took Nick for a full-body check-up. I was relieved when I saw that there was no health problem between us.

I used the remaining money to buy a small house and started a new life with Nick.

I thought that after the divorce, I would no longer have any connection with Tom and his mother.

Unexpectedly, a year later, Juliet found me in the hospital.

When we met again, I thought she was here to cause trouble for me.

Unexpectedly, she fell in front of me and begged, "Katie, please save me!"

I looked at her in confusion. Her limbs were intact, and her face was rosy. She didn't look like she was about to die.

Until my colleague told me that she was infected with HIV.

I was stunned. It wasn't Tom who got HIV, but Juliet.

I didn't think much and just believed that it was caused by Juliet having an affair.

But HIV had no cure, and I couldn't save her.

Listening to her screams and cries, I was not moved at all.

In my previous life, when I was diagnosed with this disease, she told me that she wanted me to go to hell.

Since Tom and I were divorced, I naturally had nothing to do with Juliet.

But I underestimated how shameless Juliet was. She actually asked me to take care of her just because I was a doctor and could help her live a few more years.

I was so angry that I laughed. Not to mention that she was suffering from such a serious infectious disease now. Even if she was a normal person, I had no obligation to take care of her.

So I rejected her coldly and told her to leave.

Unexpectedly, Juliet scratched herself with a knife and then stabbed me. She screamed like a madman. "If you don't take care of me, you will get HIV like me!"

I was caught off guard. Just when I thought I could not avoid this disaster, I didn't expect Juliet to fall first.

The knife in her hand also cut her face, and blood dripped down her cheek to the floor.

She was disfigured. Although she was in her forties, she was a woman, and the disfigurement was as much of a blow to her as contracting HIV.

She was unlucky. She didn't hurt me but hurt herself.

Security arrived and took the dangerous woman to police office without any hesitation.

The incident only caused a small ripple in my life.

I quickly forgot the incident.

But she didn't give up. A few days later, she blocked me on my way home from getting off work.

In order to avoid what happened before happening again, I asked her to stay five away from me before talking.

It was getting dark, and there were not many people on the road. Although I was at a safe distance from Juliet, I still did not let my guard down.

Juliet begged me to take care of her.

I treated her coldly. "You have a son. Why do you need me to take care of you?"

She cried, "Tom has been bewitched by the bitch. He doesn't care about me."

I guessed the bitch Juliet mentioned was that girl.

I helplessly spread my hands, acting as if it had nothing to do with me.

At this time, Juliet suddenly laughed sinisterly. "I have HIV, you can not escape it."

I looked at her in confusion. What did her HIV infection have to do with me?

I thought she was stimulated, that she was mentally disturbed.

Seeing that I didn't believe her, Juliet said seriously, "What do you think caused my illness? It's all thanks to Tom."

What? This information was a bit overwhelming for me.