Lower the Seat, Lose the Status: My Wife Became a Beggar

As if suddenly remembering something, I asked Sabrina, "Speaking of bikes, when I asked you who moved my bike, you said it was Kelly's boyfriend. But didn't he go abroad for a vacation?"

Her face turned pale, and I could see her panic creeping in.

"I-I must have gotten the wrong person."

Her expression suddenly darkened, showing a hint of irritation. "Adrian, you're supposed to be treating Zane, not asking questions here! We can talk about this later at home. Seriously, you don't even look like a professional doctor right now."

Zane was quietly watching me when suddenly he let out a sharp cry, "Ah, it hurts!"

He shoved me away, and his eyes filled with tears. "I don't want you to treat me anymore. Mr. Hart, are you mad at me or something? It hurts like hell!"

He pushed me so hard I crashed into a nearby cart, making a loud noise.

Sabrina nervously examined the injury on Zane's lower body. "Does it hurt a lot? Don't worry. I'll take care of it."

She carefully wiped away his tears, then turned to me with a frown. "Adrian, if you can't handle this, get someone else to do it. Don't waste any more time here."

My heart felt like it was being tugged. The pain was bitter and sharp.

I stopped smiling and stared at her with a blank expression. "Yeah, you're right. I can't handle this."

Sabrina froze, and her eyes flashed with anger. "Why didn't you say so earlier, then? You're wasting time! Did you buy your medical license or something? Just get out of the way!"

Rage bubbled up in me, burning through my veins. I forced a smile. "Fine, I'll leave. I'm getting rid of that mountain bike. I don't want something that's been used by someone else. It's tainted."

Sabrina stiffened, her eyes snapping wide. "You…"

I pulled off my gloves and turned to leave. She instinctively started to follow me but paused when she remembered that Zane was still in the hospital.

…

When I got home, exhaustion slowly crept in. I collapsed onto the bed and grabbed my phone to call my friend, Leila Santana.

"Find me a good divorce lawyer." I got straight to the point.

She was quiet for a moment. "You're getting divorced? No way. Are you really going to listen to your dad and go back to take over the family business?"

Her dramatic tone made me chuckle, and I slowly smiled. "You're overthinking. I just think it's time to get a divorce."

Life was too long to keep dragging things out.

"Also, help me look into someone."

Leila quickly replied, "Sure, I've got this. We've been friends for over a decade, after all."

Not long after I hung up the phone, Sabrina came home. She tossed her keys on the floor with a sharp clatter.

"What's your problem, Adrian? Throwing your weight around in a hospital? Really? And what's with all that cryptic talk? It's not funny."

I frowned, saying nothing.

"What's wrong with you?"

After a pause, she spoke through gritted teeth. "Yeah, Zane rode your bike. So what? He just wanted to try riding it, so I helped him out. Is that so wrong?

"But you're really ruthless. You put needles on the seat just to stop someone from using your bike? Do you have any idea how much Zane's hurting right now?"

She stepped toward me while staring at me with a bone-chilling gaze.

Watching her look at me with such pure hatred, I found it almost laughable.

After all these years of marriage, this was the first time I'd seen her this emotional.

Even when I'd been harassed by patients, followed by a knife-wielding lunatic after work, or so sick I nearly blacked out, she always stayed completely indifferent.

"Come on. It's not that big of a deal. It'll all be over," she said.

So why was she acting like a completely different person now?

My gaze landed on the bag she always carried with her.