At My Father's Funeral, My Fiancé Cheated On Me

My father died in a car accident.

Despite not knowing the details, I had a general idea of how it happened. At that moment, a large group was racing cars openly on the main road, and one of them lost control and rushed towards my father.

These people were held accountable later, and the driver who caused the accident offered a huge amount of compensation to beg for our forgiveness.

I was reluctant at first, but then Rowan persuaded me. He told me that it would require high medical bills for my mother to live, so he hoped that I would reconsider it.

Being in turmoil, I could only accept his advice and reached an agreement with the driver.

I wasn't doing it for the money.

I just didn't want to lose my mother after my father died.

Maybe it would cause me to be an orphan.

After my father's funeral, I planned to find an opportunity to talk to Rowan about our breakup.

Unexpectedly, my mother's physical condition deteriorated. Long after the heart bypass surgery, there was an immune rejection. As we were at home, she couldn't breathe suddenly.

In desperation, I called Rowan, hoping that he could contact the attending doctor who operated on my mother last year.

Yet, Rowan didn't answer it all the time, so I had to make an emergency call and then wait for the ambulance to arrive.

I did not receive any response from Rowan from the time I contacted Rowan until my mother was pushed into the operating room.

It wasn't until midnight, when my mother's operation was completed, that I felt relieved.

My mother was a little nervous, so the doctor asked me to find a way to divert her attention and make her relax.

Thus, when my mother woke up in the early morning, I connected my mobile phone to a small Bluetooth speaker to play some soft piano music for her.

Just at this moment, Rowan called back.

Without turning off the Bluetooth speaker, I answered the call directly.

The next moment, his voice was heard. "What happened? Why did you call me so many times."

I gritted my teeth and tried hard not to cry. "It's okay now."

He didn't ask more but said, "Okay then."

A few minutes after I hung up the phone, I received another call from an unfamiliar number.

Thinking that it might be a doctor or nurse from the hospital, I answered it quickly.

As the call was connected, a strange male voice came on the line.

The man asked, "When will you break with Jeanne? I've been interested in her for a long time. I just want to see this cool and artistic lady begging for mercy in bed."

I was stunned while hearing these off-color remarks.

To prevent my mother from being affected, I prepared to hang up the phone.

Suddenly, the mobile phone which I had used for several years malfunctioned, but the sound could be clearly heard on the Bluetooth speaker.

Rowan then said carelessly, "Kevin, you know it. Women are the same in the bed. Jeanne just has a better figure than ordinary women."

The man called Kevin added, "Speaking of it, I still remember that incident! As Jeanne applies for a university, you take a fancy to her nice body. As a result, you ask us to pretend to be thugs and block her way so that you can take the opportunity to sexually harass her. Mr. Nash, I really admire you. What a playboy!"

I stood in the ward, petrified.

Another man then joined the conversation. "I don't think so. Mr. Nash is so loyal to Jane that he finds a woman, whose name looks like her. Jane, Jeanne, that's interesting. What do you think? Is it right?"

I was thunderstruck, and it made my whole body numb, unable to move. Yet, I still tried to turn to look at my mother.

Having undergone surgery two or three hours ago, my mother couldn't receive any stimulation. I regretted that my malfunctioning phone was connected to the Bluetooth speaker.

I shouldn't keep this broken phone just to save money.

At this time, with my mother's eyes wide open, she was in shock and anger.

Yet, her body was full of tubes, so she couldn't make any sound. Finally, she could only hold the bed sheets tightly with her hands.

Her emotional fluctuations caused the electrocardiogram monitor next to her to start sounding the alarm.

Kevin spoke up again, "Mr. Nash, since Mr. Donald Wood will be put in jail for five years because of you, how do you deal with it?"

Others also echoed, "Yeah, after knowing Mr. Nash disliked Jeanne's father, Mr. Wood just killed him and put an end to it. Mr. Wood is quite something! Mr. Nash, you can't treat him..."

I finally managed to turn off my phone.

I was shaking all over uncontrollably. It seemed like I fell into the sea, or like I was electrocuted. At this time, I was completely unable to react.

The shrill sound of the electrocardiogram monitor echoed throughout the ward, but the nurse on the night shift had not yet arrived.

After coming to my senses, I rushed to the door of the ward and shouted desperately, "Nurse! Can anyone help us? Help!"