Chapter 2

As you step into the medical office, before you even have a chance to knock, you overhear a conversation from inside: "That guy who just left? He might look innocent, but his wife says he's here for a vasectomy due to excessive bedroom activities. He's lost his mojo, you know. He's already filled out the surgery request form and everything."

Standing outside the door, hearing such slanderous talk, your heart turns to ice.

Your hand, poised to knock, drops naturally to your side. Clutching the form, you head towards another doctor's office.

You can't fathom why Jane would spread such filthy rumors about you.

Could it be to protect her uncle again?

In the hospital room, you lie calmly on the bed, dressed in a patient gown.

Even though you've followed her instructions and checked into the hospital, Jane hasn't bothered to visit you once.

The next morning, Jane saunters into the hospital room, yawning.

Her face is flushed, and her low-cut top reveals several fresh hickeys on her neck.

Noticing your fixed stare, she snaps at you coldly: "You've been stabbed and you're lying here in a hospital bed. Don't tell me you're still thinking about that dirty business?"

She looks at you with utter disgust, her eyes scanning your wounds.

You don't respond to her accusation, instead asking calmly: "Did you tell the doctor I'm getting a vasectomy because I've been fooling around?"Jane was caught off guard by my bluntness. She fumbled with an orange on the table, peeling it haphazardly. "How could I say such things? You must have misheard."

She smiled nervously as she handed me the peeled orange.

Seeing her unusual attempt to appease me, I became even more certain that those words had indeed come from her own mouth.

"Jane, you know I would have agreed to your request. Why did you feel the need to pin this accusation on me?"

I pushed her hand away, relentlessly pressing her for answers.

She tossed the orange into the trash and wiped her hands with a napkin, disgust evident on her face. "The doctor asked, and I just said whatever came to mind. Surely a grown man like you isn't so petty that he can't take a joke?"

"If I had known you were such a petty and irresponsible man, I must have been blind to marry you in the first place."

As I watched Jane's expression of regret, the chill in my heart grew colder.

I had married Jane because I was captivated by the persona she had crafted - a girl from a poor background striving to better herself.

It wasn't until after our wedding that I discovered the real her was nothing like the facade she had presented.

Loving her to my core, I had been constantly trying to convince myself otherwise. Who would have thought that years of genuine devotion would lead to such an outcome?[Dashiell, let me tell you something. You're practically a eunuch now. Stop nitpicking, or I'll tell your business partners that you've been castrated. Then we'll see if anyone still wants to work with you.]

Jane left with a smug look on her face, thinking she had successfully threatened me.

After she was gone, I swiftly got up from the hospital bed and watched her figure through the window.

I wondered to myself, when Jane learns the truth about all of this, will she regret it?