It's What You Wished For

The more Chris tried to say no, the more eager Mary was—she even shoved me and said, "Just say you don't mind, old-timer."

I scowled as I growled the words, "I do mind."

Mary's face darkened right then. "Chris is my best friend! You're getting jealous over that?! I told you not to come, but you insisted—and now you're being a buzzkill! Just look, you're souring everyone's companionship! Everyone's so uncomfortable!"

Companionship? They called this companionship?!

"It's not happening as long as I'm around," I retorted, my face just as dark.

She sprang to her feet right then, snapping, "Get out!"

I'd really spoiled her rotten, leading to that terrible temper.

That was when I heard Chris' thoughts again: 'Woah. A husband living off his wife's wealth, and he still has the audacity to throw a fit? Guess he won't be around soon!'

Chuckling, I picked up my glass from the table.

"You'd better not regret this later, pal," I told Chris and chugged my drink.

Chris picked up his glass too, his expression gleeful. "Drive safe. Don't trip over yourself."

As soon as I left the room, I could hear the crowd cheering again, egging on Mary and Chris.

I shook my head—Chris really had no idea that Mary's family had gone bankrupt, and I was the only person making a living for them.

Soon after I left the party, I received a photo of Mary kissing Chris, their lips virtually glued together.

It was not until midnight that she came home, clearly drunk.

Seeing me sitting on the couch, she wobbled over, putting her feet over my lap so that I took off her socks.

I had been worried that her family's bankruptcy stressed her out and when she was pregnant on top of that.

That was why I had been doing everything she said, only for this crap to happen.

"You and your friend really know how to have a good time."

I held up my phone at her, showing her the photo of her kissing Chris.

She barely had a look and nonchalantly smacked my hand aside. "Are you jealous? It's just Truth or Dare. Or you'd rather have them call me a loser?"

I raised a brow—that was a good enough reason for her to cheat?

"Do you still consider me your husband?" I asked her.

She didn't answer and pretended to fall asleep.

I didn't expose her and let it slide for the sake of our child.

-

We gave each other the silent treatment since that reunion party, but I tried to extend an olive branch out of concern for her pregnancy.

Taking a day off on Valentine's Day, I cooked up a storm to break the ice.

However, Mary left first thing in the morning to visit a friend and never came home.

The food on the table that was steaming hot cooled before long, even becoming hard.

I kept staring at the clock on the wall, telling myself that I must stay calm for the sake of our child.

As the clock hands ticked, my phone suddenly rang.

"Dr. Jordan? We just got a patient who fell down a hill."

"Yeah, I'll be right there."

Staring at the food on the table, I wrote a note and left.

When it came to saving lives, every minute counted.

Once I arrived, the nurse quickly briefed me on the patient's condition.

It was a pregnant woman who went hiking early in the morning and continued for the whole day.

I shook my head—the young 'uns were really getting crazier these days.

Strenuous exercises were a no-no for pregnant women, and forget falling down a slope!

As I put on my gloves, I asked, "Have the patient's family been informed?"

The nurse shook her head. "She was brought in by a man… a friend."

"Well, we can't wait," I said, determined. "Find and contact her family, and in the meantime, I'll operate on the patient."

If the patient's family wasn't informed, the hospital would be held responsible for anything that goes bad.

Moreover, it was a guy friend who brought her here and not her husband? The messy relationship there was definitely going to cause a fight in the hostile.

However, as I went to the surgical table and routinely examined the patient, I froze.

The patient was my own wife, Mary.