Chapter 43
With the explanation finished, Antonio hung up right away.
I, lay numbly on the hospital bed, thoughts drifting to the Surveillance cameras at home.
So I checked the video feed, my heart sinking as I saw Eloise and Antonio making out.
In their heated passion, they knocked over the camera. Eloise reached to cover the lens, but Antonio stopped her, grinning at it. “Let her watch.”
As they went explicit, a wave of nausea surged within me.
I couldn’t take it any longer. I grabbed my phone and called the police. “Hello, someone has broken into my house and is engaging in suspicious activities.”
Then, I reached out to a lawyer I knew to start the divorce
process.
Throughout our years of marriage, I believed Antonio and I were truly happy.
That bubble burst when his first love, Eloise, started working at his hospital as his intern.
His attitude towards me had shifted ever since.
He belittled my fashion choices and constantly reminded me that, without a medical background, I could never fully understand him.
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At that time, I started doubting myself.
Now, I saw it wasn’t my fault.
The lawyer drafted the divorce papers, and I sent them to Antonio.
The memory of nearly losing my life lingered, haunting my
houghts as I drifted into a restless sleep.
Before long, I was jolted awake.
Despite the throbbing headache, I forced my eyes open and found myself staring into the faces of Antonio and Eloise..
Eloise’s cheeks were streaked with tears, and Antonio grabbed my hospital gown, yelling, “What’s wrong with you? Calling the cops on us? You want Eloise and me to go to jail? How could you be so evil?”
Antonio yanked me off the bed, ignoring the IV still in my hand.
The needle tore out, and blood began to seep.
But he acted oblivious and demanded I apologize to Eloise.
I stumbled and collapsed into someone’s arms.
After muttering a feeble apology, I looked up, surprised to see it was Jarvis.
“Antonio, are you even a doctor? Your wife just got out of the ICU, and you pulled out her IV,” he questioned Antonio.
Jarvis called a nurse to reattach the IV and then shoved the stunned pair out of the room.
As the door closed, it hit me–Jarvis was the surgeon who saved my life, unmistakable with those glasses.
I had no idea what was happening outside, but Antonio’s furious shouts cut through the air. “Why are you protecting a stranger? You got a thing for my wife?”
There was a scuffle.
Then the nurses returned,
They whispered to each other, tittering. “I’ve never seen Dr. Clayton so angry. He knocked Dr. Kaufman to the ground with one punch.”
“What’s the fuss? Dr. Clayton ended his vacation and sped back when he heard about the emergency. He looked so hot, rushing over in his coat.”
I kept my head down, listening.
One of them walked over and asked curiously “Mrs. Kaufman, have you known Dr. Clayton all along? Why didn’t you two talk at hospital gatherings?”
Just as I was fumbling for an answer, Jarvis came in.
“She’s my first love. Only a blind woman would choose him over me. I know where the boundary is, so no one gets the wrong idea.”
As he explained curtly, he checked on me. “Antonio said you want a divorce?” he asked.
I nodded. Jarvis nodded back, understandingly.
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