Finally Choosing My Passion Over the Man I Loved

Zelene's POV

Carly put on an act, pretending to be concerned as she asked a few meaningless questions. But her eyes told the truth—full of mockery.

I hadn’t eaten in days, and seeing her only made me feel sicker. I turned away, refusing to look at her. But she clung to me like a curse, refusing to leave.

"Sis, how could you be so careless?" she sighed dramatically. "Losing your legs like this… how are you going to live now?"

Then, without warning, she yanked the blanket off me. Her eyes landed on my wounds, and she immediately recoiled, covering her face.

"Ugh! That’s disgusting!" she shrieked. "So much blood—what a nightmare! Poor Alger. Even after all this, he still won’t divorce you."

I had been avoiding looking at my injuries these past few days, pretending they weren’t there.

But hearing her say that… I snapped.

I grabbed the glass of water from the table and hurled it at her. The glass shattered against her, and a sharp shard cut across her face.

Carly let out a piercing scream, clutching her cheek.

Before I could react, Alger came running in from nowhere. He immediately pulled Carly behind him, shielding her as if she were some helpless victim.

Then, he turned on me, his eyes burning with anger. "Are you out of your mind? Carly came to see you out of kindness, and this is how you treat her?!"

He didn’t even spare me a glance when my wounds were out in the open, raw and bleeding. But the second Carly got a tiny cut, he acted like the world was ending.

Watching them stand there, playing the perfect couple, something inside me broke. I reached for everything on the table—books, cups, anything I could get my hands on—and threw them at them.

Since he was willing to be her prince charming, then I would make him one.

After shielding Carly from things I hurled at them, Alger snapped, roaring, "You're insane!"

Afterward, he finally dragged Carly out of the room.

Calming down, a realization dawned on me—he never cared for me. Now that I finally sorted it out, I wouldn't just sit here and wait for my death.

As such, I reached out to a lawyer. I needed evidence—proof that Carly was the one who set the fire.

Surprisingly, the lawyer worked fast. Within two days, he sent me a video.

As I watched the screen, my hands clenched into fists. Alger and Carly stood side by side in the video, laughing as they lit fireworks together.

After finishing the video, I took a deep breath, calming the storm inside me, and picked up my phone. To my surprise, Alger answered almost immediately.

"Alger, I realize now that I was wrong," I said, keeping my voice steady. "I want to apologize to you and Carly. Can you both come to my hospital room tomorrow at noon?"

There was a pause, then a satisfied chuckle. "I knew you’d come to your senses," he said. "That’s my good wife."

The next day, right on time, he arrived with Carly.

"You’re punctual," I said with a smirk. "Eager to hear my apology, huh?"

They both nodded with smug smiles on their faces.

"But there’s just one problem," I continued, my voice turning ice-cold. "I don’t know what I’m supposed to apologize for. From beginning to end, I was the only innocent one here."

Hearing that, their smiles instantly vanished.

"What…?" Alger wanted to ask, but I immediately cut him off.

"The fire. Carly set it. Yet I was the one who went to prison for it. And if that wasn’t enough, the two of you left me to die, turning me into a cripple!"

Alger scowled, already looking irritated. He then turned to leave, but before he could take a step, the officers standing by the door moved forward and snapped handcuffs around both of their wrists.

"You are under arrest for criminal activity," the officer announced. "You’ll be coming with us."