
Betrayed by My Beloved Husband
Chapter 3
Iris stood up straight, glaring at me while pinching the flesh on my arm. "How dare you talk nonsense! If my son needs a stomach, I'll be the first to take yours."
I was no longer the weak and submissive person I had been in my previous life. As soon as she touched me, I squatted down and covered my head, shouting, "Mom, I'm sorry, please don't hit me."
Passersby, doctors, and patients all looked in, and only then did Iris awkwardly let go of me, forcing a smile. "I usually treat her very well."
The surrounding people gave knowing looks.
She had no choice but to turn and comfort Nathan, "My dear, you're fine. She is the one with late-stage stomach cancer."
It took a long time for Nathan to calm down.
I pretended to take a few days off from work.
In the following days, Nathan didn't ask about his condition and continued to follow the doctor's treatment plan.
Every day, he endured endless blood draws, medications, injections, quit smoking and drinking, and ate a bland diet.
By the seventh day, Nathan couldn't take it anymore.
As I was about to finish work, he asked me to bring him some cigarettes and alcohol.
In my previous life, when he was hospitalized and craved cigarettes and alcohol, he would sneak out to buy them.
When I found out and tried to stop him, he beat me publicly until I vomited blood.
Iris found out and blamed me for mistreating her son, saying, "What's wrong with drinking a little? A man who doesn't smoke or drink isn't a real man."
Thinking of this, I bought five bottles of the best liquor Nathan wouldn't splurge on and two packs of high-strength cigarettes, secretly bringing them to the hospital room.
Seeing the cigarettes and alcohol, Nathan perked up. After sneaking into the bathroom to smoke a pack, his appetite seemed to return.
He asked me to buy some spicy and sour appetizers and pig's head meat. He drank and ate happily.
While Nathan was eating, Iris came in with a lunch box along with the nurse on duty.
The nurse smelled the smoke and alcohol and scolded him loudly, "You're sick, and you're still smoking and drinking? Do you have a death wish?"
After the nurse left, Iris went up to comfort him and said, "Just bear with it for now. Once you're discharged, you can eat whatever you want."
Then she turned to me and said, "Are you dead? How could you let him smoke and drink? Are you trying to kill him?"