My Crippled Husband Regrets Saving His First Love

"And he acted bravely today. He’s a hero..."

"He’s not my hero."

I waved my hand dismissively.

"If you want to go, then go by yourself. Don’t lecture me. You have no right."

My son opened his mouth, wanting to speak again, but when he recalled the slap from earlier, he fell silent.

A dozen minutes later, crowds flooded in from every direction.

Lilith arrived, flanked by several bodyguards, her face tense with worry.

"Whoever finds my earring, I’ll transfer two million on the spot. Please, help me!"

The crowd scattered instantly, searching frantically. Lilith and her bodyguards joined the search themselves.

I approached her and calmly took out the earring I had found earlier.

"Miss Guerrero, I picked this up just now. I’m not sure if it’s the one you lost."

Lilith looked up. Her expression shifted from disbelief to elation, then suddenly collapsed into tears.

"It’s mine, it’s mine! This is the earring my grandfather left me... I thought I’d never see it again…"

Curses erupted from every direction.

"Damn it, she found it that fast? Just our luck!"

"Two million, gone just like that! I was counting on that to pay off my mortgage."

"Guess luck wasn’t with us today. Let’s go, let’s go."

Lilith gradually calmed down, then grabbed my hand, her eyes shining with excitement.

"Thank you so much! Give me your bank details, I’ll transfer the money right now!"

I smiled and shook my head. "Miss Guerrero, I don’t want the money."

Her eyes widened in disbelief. "It’s two million, are you sure you don’t want it?"

I nodded firmly.

If I took that money, knowing Jeremiah’s family, they would cling to it like leeches for the rest of their lives.

Just the thought of that mess gave me a headache.

It was better to use this moment to change my life entirely.

"I just want a job, Miss Guerrero. A chance to prove myself."

Lilith’s expression shifted, her eyes instantly cautious.

"Alright. But let me be clear, I won’t give you special treatment just because of the earring. You understand what I mean, right?"

I nodded. "I understand."

After leaving my phone number, Lilith departed with her bodyguards.

I hailed a taxi and headed to the hospital. Jeremiah’s parents were already there waiting.

"Where have you been?"

Jeremiah’s father questioned coldly.

My son stood beside him, looking smug, clearly eager to see me get scolded.

"I had something to take care of."

"And what could possibly be more important than your husband’s life? Do you even realize he’s still in the ER, fighting for every breath?"

My mother-in-law stormed over and grabbed me by the collar.

"You knew he couldn’t swim! Why did you let him jump in? Why didn’t you stop him?!"

I answered calmly, "I did try to stop him."

"No, you didn’t!"

Suddenly, my son stepped forward.

"You’re the one who told Dad to save Aunt Savannah! You said a real man shouldn’t be a coward!"

As he spoke, he shook his head, his eyes burning with defiance, daring me to deny it.

My chest tightened, the pain sharper than when my oxygen tube had been torn out.

I truly couldn’t understand what I had done so wrong to deserve this kind of hatred from my own son?

"What more is there to say? You’re just waiting for my son to die so you can snatch the inheritance and run off to remarry, aren’t you?!"

My mother-in-law’s voice rose in fury before her hand struck my face with a sharp slap.

I didn’t flinch. I raised my hand and slapped her back, even harder.

She froze, one hand pressed to her cheek, eyes wide in disbelief.

Ever since I married Jeremiah, I had endured, swallowed my pride, and worked myself to the bone, so much so that they all thought I was someone easy to trample on.

She never imagined that even in death, I still had this strength left in me.