Chapter 3

"And you are my lawful husband, after all. With you in the hospital, it wouldn't be right for me as your wife not to be here taking care of you. I'll stay tonight to keep watch."

"That's not necessary."

I coldly refused, but she remained undeterred.

Zoran spoke up on her behalf from the side: "Harlow is incredibly busy, and now she's making time to stay with you overnight. Fitch, you're really being inconsiderate, taking advantage of Harlow's indulgence like this."

The sarcasm in his words wasn't even thinly veiled.

In my weakened state, I simply closed my eyes, choosing not to engage with him.

She was capable of leaving our three-year-old daughter alone at home, so I hardly believed Harlow's staying behind was out of genuine concern to watch over me.

At 11 PM, after the nurse's final rounds, Harlow suddenly told Zoran to lock the door from the inside.

A moment later, Zoran's voice rang out, sounding deliberately restrained: "Harlow, Fitch is still here... Is this really okay?"

"What are you afraid of? With me here, he won't dare say anything!"

"Come on, kiss me!"

Harlow seemed to be whispering in his ear, her voice intimate and seductive.

I finally couldn't pretend to be asleep any longer. Harlow had just pressed her lips against Zoran's, tugging at his tie with brazen boldness. Their actions were daring and uninhibited.

They seemed to be acting as if I didn't exist.

But their exaggerated movements and amplified sounds were clearly meant to provoke me.

And while Harlow's breathy moans grew increasingly sensual and tender, her eyes, when they flickered towards me, held not a hint of passion.

My previously numb emotions suddenly stirred.

In the past, I could endure whatever provocations or torments she threw my way, but now, with our daughter having just passed away, not only did she refuse to believe me, but she was behaving even more outrageously.

A surge of anger welled up inside me.

"Get the hell out of here," I growled.

With effort, I grabbed the remote from the bedside table and hurled it at them.

In my weakened state, even with anger fueling me, the thrown remote didn't hit anyone.

Besides, Harlow's behavior tonight was clearly deliberate; she wasn't about to stop just because I told her to.

The remote hit the floor with a dull thud, and she responded by pressing Zoran's head closer to her chest.

"I said get out!" I shouted.

Watching their actions become increasingly vulgar, I tried to get out of bed to chase them from the hospital room. But my feeble body couldn't support my intentions. After struggling for a few moments, I ended up falling unceremoniously to the floor.My head slammed hard against the floor, and everything went black as my consciousness began to fade.

I tried to use the bed to pull myself up, but in the next moment, I completely blacked out.

When I came to, I was back in the hospital bed.

The clean, tidy hospital room made me think for a moment that last night had been just a dream.

But then my phone started buzzing incessantly.

I opened my phone to find Harlow's account had sent a series of intimate photos with Zoran.

The background of all these intimate photos was the very hospital room I was currently staying in.

Apparently, after I had passed out on the floor, they had continued their tryst in the room for nearly the entire night.

At that moment, I also received a message from my mother-in-law.

Along with two urns containing the ashes of my sister and daughter, there was also a divorce agreement, already signed.

Looking at the photos on my phone, I didn't feel the pain I had expected.

I went back to Harlow's account page and silently blocked and deleted her.

Perhaps this marriage had been a mistake from the very beginning.

So now, correcting that mistake, I didn't feel upset.

In fact, the urge to leave was becoming increasingly urgent.