After my doctor wife crippled my hand, I chose to leave.
Chapter 2
Ha. Not a peep when they were snatching my position. Now that they’re in trouble, suddenly they remember me?
I scoffed, too annoyed to even reply.
Serena exploded:
“Alex, what is this attitude? Are you blaming me for crippling your hand, so you’re deliberately trying to make things difficult for me? Do you think I wasn’t devastated when my surgery failed? Instead of comforting me, all you can think about is your Chief position.”
“You’re a doctor yourself, yet you couldn’t even protect your own hand. What right do you have to be angry?”
“I haven’t even asked you to thank Julian for taking over your mess, and you have the audacity to throw a tantrum and refuse to cooperate with our work.”
I was incredulous. She knew I’d gotten into that car accident in a panic after receiving her urgent call!
Just as I was about to retort, I heard Julian’s voice from her end.
“Alright, alright, don’t get angry because of me. Helping your husband clean up his mess was my choice. Let me talk to him.”
I couldn’t be bothered to even acknowledge him. I just hung up.
Serena called back, a dozen times, but I ignored every single one.
She was truly spoiled rotten.
Destroying my career to pave the way for her affair partner wasn't enough; now she wanted me to write plans for him and assist in his surgeries, just so he could take all the credit.
That manipulative witch! She must be out of her mind.
Since the hospital couldn't resolve this, I had to take it higher.
I dialed my parents directly.
“Mom, Dad, I lost. My time working at the ground level needs to end early.”
“Have all the Northwood City hospitals reassigned to my name.”
Serena and I came from mismatched backgrounds.
My parents had strongly disapproved of our marriage from the start.
But I’d insisted on marrying her. My parents, helpless, had only made one condition: I had to hide my identity for two years.
If Serena didn't betray me within those two years,
The Reed family would officially accept her as their daughter-in-law.
Who would have thought that in less than six months, Serena would reveal her true colors?
Betraying me, and betraying our marriage.
After talking to my parents, my mood finally lifted a little.
I’d just hung up when my phone rang again.
I thought it was my parents, forgetting something, but when I answered, my mother-in-law’s voice blared through.
“What did you do to upset Serena again? You don’t make any money all day, so where do you get such a temper?”
“I’m warning you, go and pacify Serena right now, or I’ll have her divorce you in a minute.”
Every argument Serena and I had was like this.
She couldn’t be bothered to explain things to me, so she’d push me off to her mother.
Back then, my parents didn’t support my marriage, and the $50,000 I put up for the wedding, which was everything I had, made my mother-in-law feel slighted.
She always felt her daughter could do better, and she’d resented me ever since.
“Divorce me” had almost become a catchphrase for Serena and her mother.
In the past, every time I heard that, I’d be in agony and quickly humble myself to save the marriage.
But this time, I was tired. There was no point in holding onto a marriage devoid of dignity.
My friend and I went on a long-overdue trip out of town.
It was the first time I hadn't contacted Serena for over a day.
That night, for the first time during a cold war, she reached out to me.
“I know you’re this angry because you can’t work with me anymore, right?”
“Alright, be a good boy. I’ll help you find a job closer to me, okay?”
I almost burst out laughing.
How utterly pathetic must I have been in the past for her to think she had such immense charm?
“No need. And stop bothering me.”