Megan's phone was answered by a man, and the man said he had just gone to bed!

My stomach was much better, but I still had the urge to vomit blood!

Didn't this mean that my wife was sleeping with him?

Fortunately, before I could say anything, there was a rustling sound, as if the phone had been snatched away.

Megan started to complain, "What's going on? I'm having my second round of drinking!"

I breathed a sigh of relief when I heard this.

It turned out that I was overthinking it. They were still in the bar. And my phone call just now woke up the man's sweet dream.

Megan sounded sober and not drunk yet, so I quickly said to her, "I'm in the hospital and need someone to accompany me. Come and stay with me."

When she heard that I was in the hospital and asked her to come and accompany me, Megan became very impatient.

"You really went to the hospital. It's just strep throat! We have medicine at home. Why are you being so pretentious?"

I endured it.

"It's not pharyngitis. It's gastric perforation."

She paused. Her tone slightly better.

"Well, then you hire a nurse. I'm busy! Hey, hey, hey! Darling, if you can't drink it, don't. If something happens to you, I will be sad."

Perhaps suddenly realizing that the phone was still on, Megan coughed.

"If you want to hire a nurse, then hire one. If you don't want to, then wait. There's no point in leaving a party halfway through. When I finish drinking, I'll come to you if I have the energy."

The phone was hung up immediately, and I stared at the ceiling blankly, unable to come back to my senses for a long time.

In the past, when she cut her hand at work and sent me a message asking for comfort, I would rather be scolded by my leader than not rush to give her a hug.

However, now she asked me to wait until she had had enough fun and then come over to accompany me.

I was really not that important to her.

Actually, Megan and I met in a bar.

She was very innocent at that time. And I was worried that she would be cheated, so I intentionally approached her to protect her.

Under my care, she gradually became dependent on me. In addition to drinking parties, she would also come to me when she had difficulties.

I remembered one day, she asked me why I was so nice to her, and I told her the truth that I simply didn't want her to be cheated by a bad man.

She was very touched and asked me if I was willing to protect her for the rest of my life.

We had been together since that day, loved each other for two years, and finally got married.

She was doing fine for two years after marriage, until half a year ago, when her best friend suddenly asked her to go drinking. Everything changed from then on.

She really loved drinking and could drink quite a lot.

But she shouldn't have indulged as much when she was married as when she was single.

I had a good discussion with her about the drinking issue. I said she could drink, but not too often, and she had to report to me which bar she went to and who she drank with.

She agreed, but except for the first time, she never did it.

Over time, she started drinking without restraint, and I went to every bar to pick her up and take her home.

I thought she regarded me as her supporter, and no matter where she got drunk, she could wake up in her bed at home the next day.

Now it seemed that was not the case, she just simply didn't want to be disturbed by me.

I stayed in the hospital for half a month, during which time Ethan would come to see me whenever he had time.

As for Megan, without my supervision, she seemed to have opened the door to a new world.

She went out drinking every night, and called me the next day to say that she was tired and wouldn't come.

Anyway, I had persevered on my own, so it didn't matter whether she came or not.

For the past half month, I watched her post on Ins every night.

Different men put their arms around her shoulders, and occasionally a few touched her breasts.

My heart slowly grew colder along with these photos.

I had also carefully considered Ethan's reminder at that time. I wanted to give up.

I would let her go and move on.

I wanted an amicable divorce, but what I didn't expect was that she came to the hospital to find me on the eve of my discharge.