My Wife Left Our Son to Celebrate Her Assistant's Birthday

On the first of May, my son was scheduled for a bone marrow transplant, yet my wife went cycling up the mountain with her assistant.

A week later, she returned home. Both her and the assistant were bruised and battered, as if it were the most natural thing.

"Johann got hurt while trying to save me. You’ll take care of his needs—feeding, bathroom trips, everything."

"He can’t get to the bathroom at night, so let him stay in the master bedroom. You can sleep in the study."

I silently handed her the divorce papers and turned to leave, cradling my son’s urn in my arms.

Johann pretended to stop me, but my wife scoffed and said, "In less than three hours, he’ll come back crawling to apologize, begging me to donate bone marrow for our son, just like a dog."

But in the end, it was her, kneeling and begging me to reconsider.

——

When my mother-in-law arrived, I was slumped on a bench outside the hematology department.

"William, how’s Henry’s transplant surgery going?" She was clearly worried.

"Mom!" I suddenly dropped to my knees before her, "Please, call Rina and get her to come back and donate bone marrow to Henry!"

Last night, Rina had suddenly announced she was going cycling with her assistant, asking me to reschedule Henry's surgery.

I begged her desperately, "Henry has already undergone marrow cleansing today and is waiting for surgery tomorrow. Can’t you postpone your trip?"

Adjusting her helmet, Rina spoke indifferently. "Marrow cleansing is nothing serious."

"But the doctor said—"

"Doctors just like to exaggerate," she interrupted me, her tone impatient.

"Johann has planned this ride for three months. If we miss today, we’ll have to wait until next year."

"Doing it on the 7th is fine. Henry will make it until then."

I was frantic, gripping her hand tightly to stop her from leaving. "Please, save Henry..."

"Don’t touch me!" She recoiled, disgusted, and grabbed a baseball bat from the hallway.

"William, stop freaking out!"

Before I could react, a sharp pain exploded in my head.

In my dazed state, I heard her footsteps as she left, followed by a cold, cutting remark.

"You're ruining my mood for cycling. Bad luck."

When I opened my eyes again, the world outside was pitch black.

I fought through the pain and called Rina, only to find I had been blocked.

My mother-in-law’s face turned pale as she heard me, and she immediately grabbed her phone to call Rina.

The call connected, and I could hear Rina’s breath on the other end.

"Mom, I’m cycling. If it’s urgent, speak quickly."

"Rina! Come to the hospital now!" My mother-in-law was frantic, stamping her foot.

"Today is Henry’s transplant day! Do you have any idea what you’re doing?"

There was silence on the other end, followed by a mocking laugh.

"William complained to you, didn’t he?"

"Johann’s birthday is today, and we’re cycling 510 kilometers to celebrate. The donation can be pushed to the 7th. Anyway—"

"We don’t have until the 7th!" I snatched the phone, shouting uncontrollably.

"Rina! The doctor just said Henry’s hematopoietic function is completely destroyed. Without a stem cell donor, he won’t make it past 48 hours—"

"William!" Rina suddenly raised her voice. "What else can you do except shout? Henry is my son, do you think I’d harm him?"

"The last checkup showed his condition was stable. By the 7th, there won’t be any problems..."

"President Sterling! Help!" Johann’s exaggerated wail suddenly interrupted, followed by a thud as something heavy hit the ground.

"How careless of you..." Rina’s tone immediately softened.