My Father-in-Law Died While My Wife Was with Her First Love

I listened to my wife, her words echoing in my ears for what felt like the tenth time, a sarcastic smile on my face.

"Divorce is fine, but first, you need to take me to the hospital. If you delay, your father might really die!"

Hearing my serious tone, my wife hesitated for a moment, but then quickly returned to her usual aggressive demeanor.

"Still pretending? You think I'm a fool? He was fine when I left this morning, and now, less than a day later, you're telling me he's in trouble?"

"You're not even trying to come up with a believable excuse to trick me into going back. Not a chance!"

Her unwavering tone chilled my heart.

Ethan chimed in, "I know you're worried about Grace and me being alone together and what might happen, but you can't joke about her father's life like that. Wishing him dead?"

"Her father has treated you well; how can you be so cruel?"

Ethan's words only fueled Grace's anger, and she suddenly stood up, grabbing a broom to shove me out. "Get out! I don't want to see you again!"

I looked at the locked door, feeling helpless as I sighed.

Father-in-law, I'm sorry for my incompetence; it seems I can't bring your daughter back to help you.

As I rushed back to the hospital, the doctor informed me that my father-in-law wouldn't last much longer.

They had performed an emergency surgery, but it was too difficult, and he had lost too much blood; he might not survive.

I knelt before my frail father-in-law, tears streaming down my face. "Mr. Lynn, it's my fault for not bringing Grace to you."

With great effort, he raised his hand and patted my shoulder, looking resigned. "I understand Grace's temperament."

"Over the years, she has truly made things hard for you."

Seeing his pale face filled me with sorrow. "Mr. Lynn, please don't say that. Just focus on resting."

He knew his time was short. Shaking his head, he sighed deeply, "I've seen everything you've done for me and Grace. You're a good man; it's Grace who doesn't appreciate you."

"I won't guilt-trip you. If you want to divorce, go ahead!"

"I have four courtyard houses; I've transferred them all to your name. This is my small gesture; you must accept it." With that, his hand fell from my shoulder.

"No! Please don't!" I grasped his hand tightly, the tears I had held back finally pouring out.

The attending physician approached, sorrowfully patting my shoulder, and sighed, "Dr. Lynn is very busy. Please accept your loss."