Betrayed for a Dying Lover

After moving into the same hospital ward as Lily, it suddenly felt like I was the third wheel.

Steven took meticulous care of Lily, while I was left to be looked after by the caretaker he hired.

The night-shift nurse glanced at Steven feeding Lily and couldn’t help but whisper to another nurse.

"Can you believe this guy? His wife is right here, yet he doesn’t even care. He’s always hovering around the other woman."

"Who knows? The world is messed up these days. You see all kinds of people," the other nurse scoffed.

Steven clearly overheard them. He sat down beside me and started peeling an apple.

Lowering his voice, he explained, "Julia, it’s only a month. Bear with it. Lily doesn’t have much time left. I just feel sorry for her."

I nodded to show I understood, but I felt bitter inside.

Five years of my life with Steven, all set aside for Lily’s one remaining month.

Nearby, Lily spoke in a soft, delicate voice. "I want to open the window and get some fresh air."

The caretaker quickly stopped her. "Miss Carter, Mrs. Reed just had a miscarriage. She can’t be exposed to the breeze. If you’re feeling stuffy, I can alter the air conditioning for you instead."

Lily’s expression turned pitiful as she looked at Steven with tear-filled eyes. "Steven, I just want to feel the natural breeze."

Steven’s heart ached for her. Without hesitation, he opened the window.

At once, a gust of cold wind rushed in. I wrapped the thin blanket around me even more tightly, but the chill still seeped into my bones.

A dull pain spread through my lower abdomen, and my heart felt like it had plunged into an icy abyss.

Meanwhile, Lily closed her eyes in satisfaction, took a deep breath, and smiled contentedly. "It feels so good. I can feel nature."

The caretaker sighed and tucked a hot water bottle into my hands. But my hands and feet remained ice-cold the entire night.

I drifted in and out of sleep, my consciousness muddled, as fragments of conversation echoed in my ears.

“Steven, thank you. Honestly, from the bottom of my heart.” Lily’s voice was weak, yet there was a faint sense of triumph.

"What are you thanking me for?" Steven's voice was gentle. It was as if he was coaxing a child.

"I just casually mentioned that I wanted Julia to be like me, and you actually made it happen. She lost her child, and now she’s in a wheelchair, just like me."

"Lily, don’t say things like that. I’d do anything for you," Steven said, his voice firm and full of emotion.

Lily fell silent for a moment before suddenly speaking again. "Steven, I’ve missed out on so many years with you. Actually, I want to marry you."

The hospital room fell into a long silence. My heart clenched.

“Lily." Steven's voice was filled with hesitation and struggle. "Julia just lost our child. I can’t bring myself to say it."

I let out a sigh of relief, but at the same time, I found it all incredibly ridiculous.

What I didn’t expect was that Lily would ask me for a divorce herself.

Lily looked at me, her gaze complex. It was a look of pleading, apologetic, yet with a trace of undeniable satisfaction.

"Julia, I know I’ve wronged you, but this is my last wish. Can you grant it?"

I looked at her frail, pathetic figure, and whatever pity I had left for her vanished completely.

She used her weakness as a weapon. She took my child from me, had my leg broken, and now wanted to take my husband too.

My throat clenched as if something was blocking it. I couldn’t make a sound.

Steven held my hand. His hand was cold.

"Julia, don’t listen to her nonsense. She’s not in her right mind."

I stared at Steven and said firmly, "I refuse."

Lily’s eyes widened in shock. She was filled with disbelief and despair.

The next second, blood gushed from her mouth, staining the pristine white bedsheets.

Steven completely panicked. He held her tightly, screaming for the doctor at the top of his lungs.

My vision blurred, and a ringing filled my ears.

Lily's condition rapidly deteriorated, and she was rushed to the emergency room.

A sharp pain tore through my lower abdomen. I clutched my stomach, and my face turned ashen.

But before I could react, my mother-in-law stormed into the room and ripped my blanket away.

“Julia, how could you be so heartless? Lily is on the verge of death, and you still refused to grant her final wish! Now look, she’s throwing up blood because of you! Are you satisfied now?"