My Husband and Brothers Chose My Wicked Sister, I Left Them for a New Love

The doctor fell silent for a few seconds before letting out a sigh."You’re taking her life…"

That sigh cut through my heart like a rusty blade,dragging along a dull,aching pain.

Even a doctor who was a complete stranger could feel pity for what I was going through—yet the family I had lived with for so many years could not.

I tried to lift my hand,but it was pinned in place by the cold needle.

As blood flowed away through the transparent tube,it felt as though my heart,along with my body,was slowly losing all warmth.

In the haze of my fading consciousness,I seemed to hear Jason’s voice.He spoke in a low,soothing tone,so gentle it was as if he feared breaking me.

"Callista,be good,just endure a little longer…I know you’ve been wronged.When Fiona wakes up,I’ll make it up to you."

Before I could gather my thoughts,the next moment I heard his anxious voice."Doctor,is this amount of blood enough?Should we draw some more?"

In that instant,every drop of blood in my body turned cold.

All these years,I had stayed by Jason’s side through the darkest nights.I supported him step by step until he climbed to the top position in the Whitlock family.

After so much effort,I had finally waited for his response to my love.Yet,laughably,the moment Fiona returned,I became nothing.

Was this truly the man I had loved for so many years?

I closed my eyes.The suffocating pain in my chest and the burning agony on my back intertwined,as if tearing me apart.

Perhaps it was better this way—there was nothing left for me to hold on to.I had already completed the procedures for immigration.All I needed now was to find a way to get Jason to sign the divorce papers and I would finally be free.

But I knew that if I directly placed the divorce agreement in front of him,he would hesitate.For the sake of his cooperation with the Corvin Family,he would refuse to divorce.

After all,to put it bluntly,with Fiona now"gravely ill,"if he were to marry her and wait until Fiona"died,"there would no longer be any reason for the Whitlock and Corvin families to remain bound together.

But I hadn’t expected the chance to make Jason sign to come so soon.

Before I had even recovered for a few days,he came to force me to attend the birthday banquet for me and Fiona.

Ever since I was brought back to the Corvin Family,our birthdays had been forever bound together.

On stage,she was always the star,while I was nothing more than a backdrop.

At first,I didn’t want to go.My body was weak and my heart even more exhausted.Yet Jason yanked me up from the bed,his voice icy."If it weren’t for Fiona saying she wanted to make peace with you,I wouldn’t bother bringing you along."

Make peace?

I let out a low,bitter laugh.Most likely,Fiona had prepared a trap for me.

But…my gaze flickered slightly.

"Jason…"I suddenly lowered my eyes,my voice softening with a hint of cautiousness."Today is my birthday and I want a gift too."

He was clearly impatient,urging me to change clothes quickly,but still asked casually,"What gift?"

I pointed at the file bag on the bedside table—inside were several thick documents I had prepared long ago,with a purchase contract for a seaside villa on top.

"I want that house,"I said softly,my tone sounding half like a sulky plea."The documents are all ready…all that’s left is your signature."

As expected,Jason didn’t think much of it.A seaside villa worth only a few hundred thousand dollars—giving it away was nothing.It wasn’t even a tenth of the gift he had prepared for Fiona.

Call after call from Fiona kept coming in,urging him to hurry and bring me over.

Jason flipped straight to the last page of the documents.Without even glancing carefully,he swiftly scrawled his name across it.

As I watched those familiar strokes fall onto the black-and-white paper,my chest suddenly tightened and a sour sting rose to my nose.

Still,I forced a faint smile and whispered,"Thank you."

He didn’t notice my expression at all—just tossed the pen aside impatiently and said coldly,"Hurry up and get changed.Stop dawdling."

In silence,I slipped the divorce agreement,disguised as the property purchase contract,into my bag.