My Ex-husband Begged me to Save Him

Ronda was confined to the hospital room, cut off from all contact with the outside world.

The meals brought by the caregivers were cold. The nurses changing her bandages were unfamiliar. They were all rough, and each time they ripped off the gauze, it felt like tearing at her skin.

But none of this was the worst pain.

The deepest pain came from the television in her room. It was forcibly locked onto the hospital's internal channel. It repeatedly played the video where Greg attended a press conference.

On screen, Greg was dressed in a sharp suit, looking confident and triumphant.

Beside him stood Rose. Her arm was wrapped in exaggerated bandages, but she was smiling weakly yet resolutely.

"Here, on behalf of the hospital, I announce that the former Neurology Chief, Ronda Lambert, is unable to continue her duties due to physical and psychological reasons. Plus, she is suspected of serious allegations of academic fraud and violations of medical ethics. The administration has decided to terminate her employment. Now, we will appoint the returning elite, Ms. Rose Lloyd, as the acting chief of neurology. She will take over Ronda's team and work on the unfinished project about 'Brain Nerve Regeneration'..."

Ronda stared at the screen intensely. Her nails were digging into her palm.

Academic fraud? Violations of medical ethics?

For ten years, she had dedicated countless sleepless nights pouring her heart and soul into that project. Every set of data was painstakingly gathered over hundreds of hours under the microscope.

The project was her hope to contend for the Nobel Prize and to cure countless paralyzed patients.

It was her life.

Greg, in an effort to please Rose, not only stripped her of her position but also handed over her life's work on a silver platter and even sought to slander her with an irremovable stain.

"Greg... how could you be so utterly merciless..." Ronda trembled all over. She grabbed the water cup from her bedside and hurled it at the television screen.

"Bang!"

Water splashed everywhere, and Greg's deceitful face shattered into fragments. Yet the nauseating sound continued to play.

Just then, the door was pushed open.

Several men in black suits entered, led by Greg's assistant, Richard Norris, who was holding a document in his hand.

"Ms. Lambert, Greg asks you to sign these documents." Richard handed them to her expressionlessly.

Ronda glanced at them. They were a patent transfer agreement and a divorce agreement."

The patent transfer agreement stated that she was willing to transfer all naming and patent rights of the "Brain Nerve Regeneration" project to Rose for free.

And on the divorce agreement, the clause on asset division glared up at her: she was to leave with nothing.

The reasons were that she cheated on him and had an illegitimate child and that she had criminal behavior of intentional harm.

"I want to see Greg." Ronda threw the documents onto the floor and said with a hoarse voice, "Tell him to speak to me himself. I'll sign only over my dead body."

Richard bent down to pick up the documents. He patted off dust and said in a tone carrying a hint of pity but mostly disdain, "He is very busy and has no time to see you. He says if you don't sign them, he wouldn't mind handing the evidence of you cheating on him over to the media. Then, your reputation will be ruined, and you will face massive breach penalties and imprisonment."

"The evidence of my cheating on him? I never do that," Ronda shouted.

"Greg says you did, so you did," Richard said coldly. "Besides, Rose's injury assessment results are out. It is a medically classified severe injury. With just one word from Greg, you could be arrested by the police right now."

Ronda collapsed onto the bed and felt utterly cold.

In this city, Greg held absolute power.

It was as easy as squashing an ant for him to crush her.

"Tell him I'll sign them."