The year that Andy started his business and lost all his assets, I thought he was poor and wanted a divorce.

He begged me to wait until his sick mother passed away before divorcing him.

I refused him with a cold face and forced him to sign the divorce agreement.

Later, he made a name for himself and used all kinds of means to marry me the second time. He kept me by his side to torture me for revenge.

He brought different women home and had sex with them on my bed in the master bedroom.

But I didn't cry or make a fuss. I didn't even disturb him.

He was so angry that he bit my lips and asked, "Mia, aren't you angry?"

He didn't know that I wasn't angry because I was sick.

Every day he hung out with a different woman, but I was counting down the days.

***

After the nurse gave me the last shot, she started nagging again.

"Don't get tired or angry after leaving the hospital."

"Most importantly, you can't get hurt. Never!"

The girl looked serious and reminded me as if I was a child.

I nodded and rolled down the sleeves of my shirt.

It was July, but I was still wearing long-sleeved shirts and trousers.

The clothes were too big for me. They covered my weak body and the bruises from all the stitches.

The painkiller pills didn't work on me for a long time, so I had to go to the hospital for my shots.

I used to come for a shot once a week, but now I came every day.

It wouldn't be easy to insert the needle when I had a lot of injections.

Every time, the nurse hesitated for a long time before she inserted the needle.

She asked me, "By the way, where's your family member? You always come alone. You should ask someone to accompany you when you get an injection."

I wanted to say that the family members didn't come, but when I met the girl's sincere and concerned eyes, I changed my words.

"Family... My husband is parking downstairs."

I looked out of the window. The black Maybach was very eye-catching.

The nurse was a little dissatisfied. "Tell him to hurry up. Does it take so long to park the car?"

I smiled and didn't defend him anymore.

I'm not lying. My husband, Andy, is indeed parking downstairs.

However, he was here to accompany another woman.

We met on the first floor of the hospital.

Andy supported the woman next to him with one hand and held the registration form with the other hand. The woman’s bag was still hanging on his shoulder.

He adjusted his pace for her, bent his long legs, and walked very slowly.

I recognized her. She was my husband's new favorite, whose surname seemed to be York. Her name was Zoe.

Other than me, she was the woman who stayed by Andy's side for the longest time.

Andy almost changed his companion every week or half a month at most.

But she had been with Andy for a year.

It was said that Andy had bought an apartment near the company for her, and he usually lived there.

He treated her differently.

Young and beautiful girls always looked at their men with their eyes full of love. Who could refuse them?

Soon, Zoe’s smile disappeared because she saw me.

Andy also stopped.

He clenched the registration form in his hand. I could clearly see the words O.B. on it.

When Andy saw me, the warmth on his face turned into disgust.

He frowned slightly and his voice turned cold.

"Mia, what are you doing here?"

When Zoe saw me, she shrank her shoulders like a mouse seeing a cat.

"Mrs. Jones, Mr. Jones and I..."

I remembered that she worked for Andy.

She had an excellent chance to get close to him.

But I was closer to Andy.

We grew up together.

We studied in the same high school and the same university.

It could be said that Andy had been around since I was conscious.

I always thought that we would be together for the rest of our lives.

But now, he chose to accompany the others.

Andy frowned before I could say anything.

He put his arms around Zoe’s shoulders to let her lean on him.

He raised his chin at me and said in a mocking tone.

"Mia, what are you doing here? You'd better explain yourself. I'm afraid Zoe will misunderstand."

I had something to do. I came here to get an injection to relieve the pain.

I didn't have much time left. I had to rely on painkillers to survive every day.

But I didn't want to tell him.

I answered, "I have my own business. It has nothing to do with you."

Andy sneered. "Don't pretend. What can happen to you? Don't tell me you're here to see a doctor?"

He snorted. "Don't say that you're sick. I won't be amused by such a joke."

Andy, I didn't need your sympathy.

Because I really didn't have many days left.

I didn’t say anything.

It didn't matter. It didn't matter to him at all.

Zoe said that she had a stomach ache and couldn't walk. Andy quickly went to find a wheelchair for her.

After he left, Zoe straightened her back and walked up to me. She didn't look sick at all.

"Mia, are you coming to the hospital to see a doctor? Or are you here to see me and Andy?"

"Actually, I'm not afraid of being seen by you at all, because you'll only see how much Andy cares about me."

"I just had painful menstruation, but he immediately registered the best specialist for me and canceled the meeting to take me to the clinic in person."

"Mia, take a good look at yourself. I'm the one that he loves the most. You're nothing to him."

"If I were you, I would have left a long time ago. Don't you feel ashamed to occupy a man who doesn't love you?"

Should I be ashamed and embarrassed?

But when Andy proposed to me for the first time, he also knelt down on one knee and shouted excitedly.

"I, Andy, swear that I will only love Mia in this life!"

I covered his mouth to lower his voice, but he said that he wanted to tell the whole world and let the gods witness it.

When Andy came back, Zoe suddenly fell to the ground.

She asked me with tears in her eyes.

"Mia, why did you push me?"

Andy rushed up and pushed me away before I could react.

I stumbled and fell to the ground.

Andy helped Zoe up and scolded me harshly.

"Mia, you are so vicious! She's a patient. How can you bully her like this?"

Zoe sobbed. "Andy, it's my fault. I made Mia angry."

Andy hugged her tightly. "Zoe, don't be afraid. I'm here."

He turned to me and shouted, "Mia, apologize to Zoe!"

His handsome face looked a little ferocious because of anger.

I slowly got up from the ground as if I was moving in slow motion.

I didn't have much strength left, so I didn't want to get angry.

If she said that I pushed her, then so be it.

Seeing that I was about to leave without saying a word, Andy shouted, "Mia, apologize!"

"If you apologize now, I can tell you the password of the safe."

He said sarcastically, "Haven't you always wanted to know? Now is your only chance!"

My eyes widened unconsciously and I stopped in my tracks.

I didn't expect Andy to threaten me with the password I've always wanted.

The most important thing in my life was in the safe.

I wanted to take it away before I died.

But Andy refused to tell me. He thought I was greedy for the money in his safe.

In his heart, I was a gold digger.

Back then, I divorced him because he was poor.

Now that he was rich, I wanted to take his money shamelessly.

Although he was very rich, he signed an agreement with me before the remarriage. I couldn't get a penny from him.

But a long time ago, he would buy me a 16-dollar cake with the last 17 dollars because I wanted to eat it.

I asked him, "Really?"

Andy looked at me with a sneer.

"Mia, you really want money, don't you? Apologize to Zoe. If she forgives you, I'll tell you the password."

Zoe exclaimed, "Andy, don't..."

Andy comforted her. "Don't worry. There are only 50,000 dollars in the safe. It's enough to send her away. Besides, it's a good deal to make you happy with 50,000 dollars."

Andy was right. I was short of money.

If I bought imported medicine, I could actually hold on for a little longer.

But I couldn't get the money from Andy. He would only tease me and wouldn't give me the money.

So I stopped taking the medicine and used the rest of the money to take painkilling injections.

But he was wrong. The most important thing in the safe was not money at all.

Even a million or 10 million was not as important as the piece of paper inside.

I slowly loosened my clenched fists.

I need that piece of paper.

So I lowered my head and apologized to Zoe.

"Miss York, I'm sorry."

I had apologized to others many times in my life, but this time, I felt so embarrassed that I wished I were dead.

Seeing that I lowered my head, Andy curled his lips and said, "Mia, you don't seem to be very noble. I almost forgot that you always know when to yield and when to stand tall in front of money."

His eyes were full of disdain. He didn't even bother to look at me.

Zoe pretended to be generous and said, "Mia, it's okay. You didn't do it on purpose."

I lowered my head and didn't speak.

Andy pushed her away.

I stood on the spot and looked at the bloodstains on the ground.

One drop, two drops...

I bumped my hand on the ground and broke my skin.

Looking at the blood, I suddenly wanted to laugh.

Andy, if you found out one day that everything you had done today was accelerating my death.

What expression would you have then?

When my good friend, Taylor, arrived, I was lying on the hospital bed.

When the cold liquid was injected into my body, my body seemed to become cold.

The nurse said angrily, "Didn't I ask your family to keep an eye on you? How can you get hurt?"

I didn't tell her that my family hurt me.

My body was as fragile as a porcelain doll now, and I could be in for major therapy with minor injuries.

When Taylor saw me like this, she burst into tears.

"My message was to ask you to catch adultery in the hospital, not to suffer in the hospital..."

"I'm sorry, Mia. I shouldn't have told you that they came to the hospital."

I smiled and wanted to raise my hand to comfort her, but my arms were sore and I couldn't lift them.

"It's none of your business. I was in the hospital before they came."

She said nervously, "I heard that Andy found an expert in O.B.. Is that woman..."

"She just had the painful menstruation."

Taylor shouted, "Painful menstruation? Not a miscarriage? Can't she just take two painkillers herself?"

I compressed my lips. "Sometimes, painkillers are not that effective."

She stopped talking. "Let's go. I'll take you home."

"Okay, let's go home."

I sent a message to Andy. "The password of the safe."

Andy replied to me in the evening, "Are you in such a hurry? 180813."

"50,000 dollars for your apology was worth it."

This password sounded familiar, but it was not an important code for Andy and me.

So, what did it mean?

I stayed at Taylor's house for seven days.

I didn't go to the hospital for an injection for seven days because I didn't have enough money.

I didn't want to borrow money from Taylor, because I was sure that I wouldn't be able to pay it back.

I was going to die. I didn't want to owe anyone anything.

Every time my body couldn't stand the pain, I would bite the towel until my chin was sore and almost dislocated.

Taylor was right next door. I tried my best not to make a sound to disturb her.

Andy hadn't contacted me for the past seven days.

On the eighth day, I planned to go home and get the things in the safe.

However, as soon as I arrived at the gate of the villa, I saw that the moving company.

The box they carried out wasn't properly sealed and I saw my clothes inside.

When I wanted to ask the workers about the situation, the housekeeper stopped me.

He looked embarrassed and said, "Madam, this is all Sir's idea."

"He said that since you're not coming back, you should move out."

"Where are you moving my things?" I asked.

"Mr. Jones has a small apartment in the suburbs. Mrs. Jones, you can live there in the future."

The workers were moving things inside.

It was a double bed.

Was Andy going to change the bed?

Zoe crossed her arms in front of her chest and stood at the gate of the villa, looking down at me.

She pretended to be surprised, "Mia, why are you back? I'm sorry. Andy thought our apartment was too small and asked me to move here."

I lowered my head and walked in. "I have something to take."

Zoe blocked my way.

"Mia, I've asked workers to pack up your things. They've already been loaded into a car. You'd better not go into this villa."

"This is my home now."

I told her, "Andy and I haven't divorced yet. I own half of the house."

She snorted and said, "Stop pretending. Andy told me that you two had a premarital agreement. All his assets have nothing to do with you, including this house."

When I insisted on going in, Zoe called out to the housekeeper.

The housekeeper stood in front of me with her.

"I'm sorry, Madam. Mr. Jones asked me to listen to Miss York's arrangements."