Chapter 3

All my hard work had only served to benefit those two despicable individuals! Resentment and anger overwhelmed me, coursing through my entire body.

I hastily pressed the skip button, fast-forwarding through their dining scene.

After returning the little girl to the hospital, Miguel came back to the vehicle with Tricia. They drove to the most isolated part of the parking structure. Once inside with doors secured, they embraced fervently, their lips locked in passion.

"Trish, your new hair looks amazing," Miguel murmured, his voice laden with longing.

He moved with animalistic fervor, unleashing sounds I had never heard from him before.

His facial expressions were entirely unfamiliar to me.

At a crucial moment, Miguel proudly produced a small vial. "Let's use this. You mentioned discomfort last time—this should help."

In his haste to open it, he accidentally spilled the contents on the windows, leaving viscous trails everywhere.

Feeling sick to my stomach, I angrily threw the cleaning cloth at the glass. The sweet aroma lingered as I exited the car, slamming the door behind me.

Those two contemptible individuals planned to disregard me and my child in pursuit of their supposed happiness.

They were delusional!

I switched vehicles and promptly called my assistant. "Clear my schedule and manage the clients today. Get me the printouts of the hospital's financial records for recent years."

"Also, have the attorney contact me—there's a matter I need to discuss."

If Miguel thought I'd leave empty-handed, he was in for a surprise.

As a principal investor in the hospital, I had administrative access.

I messaged the hospital administrator through the app. "Please retrieve information on a patient named Chloe. She allegedly has the same condition as my daughter. Could you send her medical files? I'd like to learn more."

The reply came quickly, and I soon had Chloe's complete record.

Using this information, I asked a friend to investigate Tricia's history.

Just then, the hospital called. "Ms. Gomez, have you and Dr. Richardson decided to make a contribution? We're so grateful! Chloe's mother is overjoyed!"

"If it weren't for Dr. Richardson's efforts this year, Chloe wouldn't have been able to stay here. You and your husband are so generous—surely good fortune will come your way!"

"Dr. Richardson is even representing us at the upcoming medical symposium to present surgical techniques for this condition. It's rare to see such committed physicians nowadays."

Confused, I asked, "Miguel has been covering that child's hospital costs for the past year?"

"Yes! Her father is incarcerated but due for release soon. It's such an unfortunate situation..."

After ending the call, I received a message from Miguel.

[Have you arrived at work, dear? Rain is expected today—don't forget an umbrella, I'll be concerned otherwise.]

[If you need anything, just call. Love, your husband.]

To avoid arousing suspicion, I suppressed my anger and responded as usual.

[I'm here. Busy with meetings today. Remember to eat regularly—your work matters, but so does your well-being.]

He replied with a "Love you" emoji, followed by a photo of himself with a patient.

The live image even captured the hospital's PA system announcing patient numbers in the background.

Unfortunately, I no longer cared about his workload. His regular updates were likely a ploy to keep me from growing suspicious, allowing him to freely indulge with that woman at the hospital.

Shortly after, my friend sent me a file and a voice message detailing Tricia's background.