My Scumbag Ex Regrets after Seeing My Hot New Husband

Amelia's POV

"I am sorry, Ms. Kale, but we are trying our best. Your brother seems like he doesn't want to wake up." Sighing heavily, I took those painful words in check.

Nodding at him, I stared at my brother's body, lying lifelessly on the bed. IVs were attached to his body.

My savings were almost empty. It wouldn't be enough to cover his medical expenses, let alone to help him survive.

I am damn tired, clueless, and have been crying endlessly day and night. My brother and I didn't deserve all our suffering because he was wronged.

"Don't worry, brother. Your sister wouldn't give up like you. I will fight till my last breath. I will," I whispered, kissing his pale hand before taking a deep breath and leaving the ward.

Right afterward, I met the nurse, who had checked my brother's current medical expenses. She checked the computer and reported, "Ms. Kale, I am afraid you must pay for it now. Your brother's stay here would increase his expenses, plus all the medications...."

I tried checking my savings and the money left in my wallet, but even if I combined them, they weren't enough.

My heart skipped a beat, and I wondered where to get money to cover it all.

"Will it be possible if I can pay for it next week?" I pleased the nurse; I had nothing left, even showing my money to her. "This is all that I have. I know it's not enough—"

The nurse took it and replied, "Okay, I'll deduct this from the current medical expenses, but please pay as soon as you can…."

I heaved a sigh and thanked the nurse despite her insisting I pay as soon as possible. Afterward, I left the hospital and walked out, feeling empty.

Only one man entered my mind to help me—Liam. But after his insults and what he had done to me, I wouldn't ask for his help. That bullshit was the reason behind our torments.

That damn man I used to love dared to let me struggle. I thought he loved me the way I loved him, but how could he stand seeing me in this situation? How could he be able to sleep realizing this?

Life was a cycle. His turn to suffer would come his way soon.

I shook those thoughts away as I went back home. There, I felt it was too heavy, so I sobbed. I have had enough of this.

"He can't tear us down. I will ensure you'll regret doing this to me, Liam…" I whispered.

Our business was not doing well, and Liam did an excellent job destroying it. I tried to revive it, hoping it would survive, but no.

The investors had already pulled out their shares. In addition, the declining sales had urged the company to go bankrupt. Liam succeeded again in dragging us.

Despite how he kept on dragging us down, it didn't stop me from looking for a way out. I couldn't just sit and wait for the worst thing to happen.

As the days passed, I continued hunting for a job. Mostly, I was rejected or denied, but I was lucky enough when that one company accepted me. It was a relief—finally, I could earn. Yet, it wasn't enough to cover all my brother's medical expenses. Although it had already been delayed, I could still gather funds and pay for some of it.

"Liam, whatever you do, you can't stop me. You can't control me to come back to you…" I mumbled.

It was crystal clear he was doing it; maybe he expected that he would be my last resort. He might have expected that I would come to him one day, submit, beg, and ask for help.

No, it would never happen. Let that bullshit keep on dreaming.

As soon as I started working, I got fired out of nowhere. At first, I thought it was normal, but not until I got another job did I realize I was getting fired. I only worked for a week or hardly a month in any place as I always got fired.

Yet, that didn't tire me of looking for a new job. It might be part-time or full-time, but I never mind as long as I can earn a living.

I knew it was Liam who was behind all of this. He kept on playing with us and seemed to enjoy seeing me in pain. I almost could not control myself and confront that damn bastard again, but I didn't dare to do so just to prove that I could stand all these adversities, whatever it took.

Two weeks passed. The pain still lingered within me and could not almost make me sleep. Hiding it all deep within me, I attended the trial once again. The case kept on going against us. It sucks!

I couldn't believe Liam would play dirty with us again. Was he not satisfied? Harry and I had already suffered. I feel ashamed that I forgot my worth once I loved that man more than myself.

"Amelia."

Out of the blue, I returned to my senses, and soon, my name was mentioned, startling me. A familiar face appeared before me, making me smile slightly.