I'm Abandoned During My Hemorrhage

Chapter 3 Lies

I stated my feelings with a straight face, not bothering to hide the disgust on my face.

Caspian's face stiffened, his voice tight with suppressed anger, echoing clearly in the hospital ward. "Seraphina, do you have to dwell on such a small matter?"

"I told you, Ophelia is my client. I don't want to have any contact with her either, to make you misunderstand, but I have to work, I have to support my family, right? Otherwise, what will you and our son eat, wear, and live in?" he added.

The acid in my stomach churned, threatening to come up. Hearing his questioning, I sat up straight and laughed.

I laughed until the stitches in my wound ached, tears welling up in my eyes.

What a clumsy lie.

He wasn't even willing to make an effort to deceive me.

Staring into Caspian's eyes, I sneered, "Caspian, since when did your company require employees to use seduction tactics? You massaged her feet and blew on them, is that what a partner should do? Or do you think everyone else is a fool?"

My questioning enraged Caspian. He swept the soup off the table in a fit of anger, the soup splattering onto the bed.

Caspian always had a bad temper.

In the few years we had been together, there had been inevitable bumps in the road, and I had always been the one to tolerate him. I always thought that he was just short-tempered and that everything he did was for the sake of this family, that he was not a bad person at heart. So every time we quarreled, I would take the initiative to make peace with him.

At this moment, removing the filter of the past, I looked at this man anew.

I stared intently at Caspian's face, not letting a single expression slip past me.

There was not a shred of guilt on his face, only a condescending disdain for me. He clearly took my past tolerance for granted.

Sure enough, the next second confirmed my guess.

He said indifferently, "You don't have a job, you've always relied on me to support you. I've never said you were useless. I've given you all my salary. What more do you want? You don't understand the intricacies of the workplace. I don't blame you, but you can't just make random guesses. I got this soup especially for you because I remember you like it. Even if you're not touched, you're deliberately picking a fight. It's just baffling!"

He said these words with an air of self-righteousness, his anger palpable.

As soon as our son saw his father lose his temper, he burst into tears, burying his face in my arms.

I patted my son's back sympathetically, taking deep breaths to calm myself down.

Was it because I didn't want to work?

He was the one who asked me to make sacrifices for this family.

In the end, he still wanted me to be grateful for a bowl of soup and burst into tears.

How ridiculous!

Besides, I didn't even like chicken soup.

I only made it often because my son liked it.

I couldn't believe that after only five years of marriage, he no longer knew my preferences.

I took in Caspian's expression, and the thought of the grievances I had suffered over the years made me feel even more unworthy.

I was a good wife and a good mother in the eyes of others, but I had never really been myself.

When the nurse came over and saw the mess on the bed, she snapped at Caspian, "What's going on here? A grown man can't even take care of a sick person?"

In front of an outsider, Caspian had to save face, so he took a tissue and came over to help clean up.

But he had never done any housework, and his clumsy hands only made things worse.

Lying on the bed, I was even more annoyed. My face remained expressionless as I closed my eyes and said softly to Caspian, "Let's get a divorce when I'm discharged."

I was tired. I didn't want to spend the next few decades putting on an act with this man.

I was a person with a low tolerance for infidelity. Once I knew that my other half had cheated, there was no possibility of the relationship continuing.

After saying those words, my whole body relaxed, as if a huge weight had been lifted from my shoulders.

During my time in the hospital, I planned to hire a caregiver to look after me. I had already negotiated a price with the caregiver, but Caspian had driven her away.

It was like he didn't want a divorce.

Since our last argument, he had found a doctor to upgrade me to a VIP ward.

After work, he would come to the ward every day to take care of me, helping me walk around the corridor, and being very attentive.

Caspian had changed his usual indifference and was acting like he did when he was pursuing me, putting aside his pride to coax me. "Don't talk about divorce like that. We're husband and wife. How can I not take care of you when you're sick? I went back and thought about it carefully, you're right, I have neglected you these past few years, I will make it up to you when you are discharged. If you don't like me having too much contact with Ophelia, then I promise you I will give her account to another colleague."

Although I knew there was an element of embellishment in his words, it was true that years of dedication were not so easy to let go of.

Besides, we had a child.

The sun shone through the window onto the bed, casting a soft glow on Caspian's hair.

The man in front of me lowered his head and massaged my legs, his expression focused and devout.

Looking at this scene, my heart softened a little.

Perhaps, I should give him another chance.

As I was thinking this, the ringing of my phone pierced the silence of the ward.

Caspian's face changed drastically after he answered the call.

After muttering a few words, he hung up the phone and looked at me apologetically. "Seraphina, I'm sorry, I have to go to the company to deal with something."

I didn't say anything, my face cold, but he didn't get angry. He bent down and kissed me on the forehead.

"I'll be back soon." The sound of the door closing shut out the noise of the corridor, but I didn't want to stay in bed.

After a period of recuperation, my body had recovered quite a bit.

Plus, the doctor said that getting out of bed and walking around would be good for my recovery, so I instructed the caregiver to help me up and walk slowly down the corridor.

When we reached the stairwell at the end of the corridor, a familiar voice made me stop in my tracks. "Okay, she's still my wife, I'm just putting on a show of taking care of her for a while! Otherwise, who's going to cook for me at home, clean up, and let me have no worries? If you could marry me, where would she be?"

"She's already a yellow-faced woman at her age, how can she compare to how well you take care of yourself! Tomorrow is the company dinner, do I have the honor of inviting you to be my partner, Ophelia? All women are the same, all about the same age, so how come you're still so beautiful?"

"Seraphina is soft-hearted. I gave her a massage and she was so touched. Now she doesn't even want to be angry with me."

"However, taking care of her, I really can't keep it up. You have no idea, the nurse asked me to empty her urine bag, the smell... it made me sick!"

In order to curry favor with the other person, Caspian exaggerated his tone and complained for a long time.

My feet were glued to the ground, and I stood there dumbfounded for a long time. There was shame, anger, sadness, and grief... All the emotions surged over me like a tidal wave, almost suffocating me.

I felt like a joke. It turned out that his patience with me was all an act. On the surface, he was extremely gentle to me, but in his heart, he was disgusted and repulsed by me. After a long time, the door to the stairwell opened.