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My mom was seriously ill and urgently needed money for surgery, but honey used that money to buy scalped tickets at a high price to see her idol's concert.
I hurriedly called her, but she impatiently replied:
"You can just earn more money! Mom's illness can wait a bit longer, but this is the final concert - if I miss it, I'll never get to see it!"
Hearing those words, my heart instantly turned ice cold.
Fortunately, I eventually raised enough for the surgery fees.
She finally came back too.
But all that greeted her was a divorce agreement.

Honey Used My Mom's Emergency Funds to Go Fangirling

We shared an unspoken understanding forged from three years as desk mates in high school.


Sure enough, a moment later I heard her remove her mask and say, "The surgery went smoothly. We'll observe for another hour, then you can go see your mom."


Just as I was about to express my gratitude, she raised her hand to stop me. "Save your thanks for when your mom's discharged. Right now, I'm starving."


I chuckled resignedly. "Got it. What do you want to eat? I'll go get it."


With that, she walked towards her office, shoulders slumped.


Back in high school, I was a day student while she boarded. She often made me bring her meals, so I knew her preferences well.


After buying the food, I returned and was about to knock on her office door when a young nurse stopped me.


"Don't disturb Dr. Winters while she's resting. She did two surgeries yesterday, then rushed here for this one today. She's been up for over 24 hours now."


I was surprised, not realizing how demanding her job was.


More than that, I felt grateful. As the nurse explained, she could have easily refused or postponed today's surgery. Even the hospital director advised her to rest, but she insisted on coming in.


She said the patient's health was more important than her rest.


I quietly pushed open the door and entered. She was sound asleep, slumped over her desk.Perhaps due to the success of all three surgeries, a hint of a smile played on her lips. Her expression was gentle, yet still carried that familiar touch of stubbornness.


Not wanting to disturb her, I placed the food I'd bought on the table and left.


The day after the surgery, I received a call from Melody.


"Wire me some money. I'm in New York City now and can't get back without it."


How ridiculous. Mom had just barely made it out of critical condition, and her call wasn't to check on her, but to ask for money.


"I don't have any money. Mom just had surgery."


"What?" She was shocked. "Didn't we agree to wait? What's the rush with some old hag's illness? Would waiting have killed her?"


These words infuriated me. I rubbed my throbbing temples and demanded, "You've already taken a hundred grand. Now you're asking me for more?"


"It's all gone! Just the wedding dress alone cost me tens of thousands..."


She seemed to realize she'd said too much, revealing the wedding dress purchase to me. Her voice trailed off.


She didn't bother explaining further, impatiently asking, "So how am I supposed to get back without money?"


I let out a cold laugh. "Perfect. Don't ever come back then."


And for good measure, I blocked her number.Just like she had done to me countless times before.


Except this time, I was determined to let her go.


In the past, my endless patience and forgiveness only earned me more insults and hurt, not appreciation or understanding.


My mom said a few words about her spending $100,000 on a water cup her idol had used, and she viciously targeted my mom for three whole years because of it.


Even the doctor said my mom's illness was brought on by all the stress and anger.


But she forgot that it was her own mother who, on her deathbed, had knelt on the ground begging my mom to agree to this marriage.


Chapter 2