Chapter 2

I was rushed into emergency gastric lavage. When I finally woke up, every single organ in my body felt like it was on fire.

The doctor determined it was acute food poisoning. If I had arrived even five minutes later, they wouldn't have been able to save me.

After literally staring death in the face, I had no lingering attachments left. I called Georgina to tell her I wanted a divorce.

But she didn't seem to care at all.

"You always threaten me with divorce to get your way. Do you have any spine left? Grow some balls and act like a man!"

"I already told you I’m busy! Why do you always have to make a scene and ruin my day?!"

"I still need to pick up the lab results for Koman's needle scratch, and I have to change his dressing to make sure it doesn't get inflamed."

Just as she finished speaking, I heard Vivian's worried voice in the background:

"Georgina, the scratch on his hand still looks pretty red. Why isn't the anti-inflammatory ointment from your shop working? Should we take him to the hospital for a full-body check-up later?"

Georgina immediately panicked. "Is it really that bad? I'll close the pharmacy early. Let’s take him to the hospital together!"

Koman’s chuckle came through the line:

"Georgina, it's really not that serious. You're basically a doctor, why are you overreacting? It's only been a day, of course it hasn't fully healed yet."

I had been in a coma in the hospital for two days, and she had spent the entire time babysitting Koman over a tiny scratch!

My near-death food poisoning meant absolutely nothing compared to a faint red mark on Koman's hand!

Before I could speak, Georgina spoke to him in a sweet, cooing voice:

"How is it not serious? It’s all my fault. I should have cleared out those old needles sooner. You were sweet enough to bring me lunch, and I let you get hurt."

"Alright, Vivian, I handle dressings for patients all the time. I'm the professional here, so let me do it. Let me take care of him this time as my apology."

But the moment she spoke to me again, her voice instantly turned cold and filled with disgust.

"I don't have time for your childish tantrums. And let me warn you, stop using divorce to threaten me."

"It only makes me despise you even more!"

"Koman got hurt because of me, so of course I have to take care of him. I'm not heartless like you!"

"Besides, Koman is a perfect gentleman. He has never crossed any boundaries with me. I won't let you insult him! If you keep letting your jealousy get the better of you, I won't let you off easy!"

Koman’s helpless voice drifted over: "Is Julian checking up on you again? Maybe I should talk to him personally and explain."

Georgina simply snapped, "He doesn't deserve an explanation," and hung up.

My body hadn't recovered yet, and my stomach began to throb with intense pain again.

I never could have imagined that after being married to Georgina for so long, and even having a beautiful daughter together, she could still be this heartless.

When I took my stomach medicine that day, my stomach churned, and I started throwing up black blood.

Georgina used to be a nurse. When she got tired of working night shifts, I emptied my entire savings account to help her open that pharmacy.

Her pharmacy was right across the street. If she had come to take me to the hospital, she would have been much faster than an ambulance.

And with her medical background, she could have performed basic first aid to keep me stable!

But what did she do?

She was so lost in the sweet romance of Koman bringing her lunch that she completely forgot she was a married woman and a mother!

And because Koman scratched his hand, she abandoned me entirely!

If she had listened to me for just one second on the phone, she would have known I was dying!

But I heard it clearly on the phone—even though Koman kept saying he was fine, she insisted:

"How are you fine?"

"My place is a pharmacy. Who knows what kind of sick people bring in biohazards and viruses here every day? What if a virus gets into your bloodstream through that cut? What will happen to your hand then?"

"You'll have to go through so much pain to treat it later!"

She pampered and coddled Koman over a scratch.

Meanwhile, I was writhing on the cold floor in agonizing pain, losing the strength to even dial 911.

The blood I threw up covered my face, and my breathing grew shallow.

Thank God Howard, who lived right across from us, remembered my chronic stomach issues. He picked up our daughters and came to check on me first.

Seeing me in critical condition, he immediately rushed me to the hospital.

I took a few deep, painful breaths, barely regaining my focus.

I wanted to call Howard to ask about our daughters.

But before I could, Vivian did something rare—she called me first.