That’s Your 100th Mistress, Time to Leave You

The first day, I sold off the equity agreement Vincent had signed.

Five years of torment—this was what he owed me.

The next day, with the money in my account, I went to the nursing home to arrange my brother’s transfer.

There were far better treatments abroad. I was taking him with me.

But as soon as I arrived, I was met with chaos.

The nurse rushed over, panic written all over her face.

“Miss Leighton! Where have you been? Your brother’s condition has taken a turn for the worse!”

My heart dropped. “What? But his vitals have been stable all this time! What happened?”

The nurse couldn’t give me any clear answer.

Not long after, the doctor emerged from the ER, his face grim.

“Miss Leighton, we’ve stabilized him for now, but his situation is critical. Things could deteriorate at any moment.”

“This facility isn’t equipped for this level of emergency care. I strongly recommend transferring him to the provincial hospital immediately.”

I didn’t hesitate for a second.

An ambulance was called and we sped down the highway toward the hospital.

We were only two blocks away when a line of luxury cars blocked the road.

The driver got out to negotiate, but came back shaking his head.

“They’ve reserved this entire stretch for a private event. They won’t let us through.”

What could possibly be more important than a life hanging by a thread?

I threw open the ambulance door and got out. That’s when I saw them—Vincent, leaning casually against his car, one arm wrapped around Sable.

At that moment, the massive LED display on one of the cars lit up:

‘Happy 24th Birthday, Sable Frost.’

A birthday celebration.

They blocked an emergency route—for a birthday party.

Rage boiled inside me.

“Vincent! Move the cars! We need to get through to the hospital!”

He looked over lazily. “You just got discharged. Instead of going home to cook some soup for Sable, you’re running off to the hospital? What for?”

“My brother!” I snapped, my voice trembling with urgency. “His condition worsened. I need to get him to the hospital right now!”

My adoptive parents were long gone. My brother was all I had left in this world.

And Vincent knew that better than anyone. He hesitated.

But Sable leaned in, feigning confusion.

“Your brother? Isn’t he safe, comfortable and perfectly fine at the nursing home as we speaking?”

I was burning with frustration.

“I don’t have time for your games, Sable. This is life and death situation. Move out of the way!”

Her lips quivered as she forced tears into her voice.

“Andrea... I know you’re upset because Vincent’s been spending so much time with me lately. But how could you stoop so low? Cursing your own brother’s to death just because you’re jealous?”

Then she glanced at Vincent with an innocent look. “Vincent could easily check the truth with a quick phone call. There’s really no need to lie, is there?”

Her soft, gentle voice landed like a knife—hitting every one of Vincent’s sore spots.

Frowning, he dialed a call.

After a short conversation, the hesitation on his face vanished entirely.

Just then, the medical equipment inside the ambulance started beeping wildly.

“Miss Leighton, we’re losing him!” the nurse cried out. “We need to move NOW!”

My palms were soaked in sweat as I pleaded, “Vincent, I’m begging you! Please let us through!”

But Vincent only sneered. “I just called. Your brother’s at the nursing home, perfectly fine. I really didn’t expect you to sink this low, Andrea. How much did you pay that actor inside the ambulance? You’re just jealous of Sable’s pregnancy, so you picked today of all days to pull this stunt and ruin her birthday.”

The machines inside shrieked louder. But he was too caught up in his own delusions to see the truth.

Moments later, one long flatline rang out from inside the ambulance. Chaos erupted as the paramedics rushed to resuscitate him.

The doctor soon came out, shaking his head.

“I’m sorry, Miss Leighton. We were too late.”

My whole body trembled. The tears wouldn’t stop falling.

“Vincent…” My voice cracked. “You’ve finally done it. For Sable, you killed the last family I had left. Are you happy now?!”

For a brief moment, seeing my devastation, doubt flickered across his face.

He opened his mouth to say something when Sable handed him her phone.

“Vincent, I was worried I might be wrong, so I called the nurse earlier. Look—they’re taking good care of her brother.”

She showed him a photo of my brother, perfectly fine, being wiped down in his hospital bed.

The perfect cover.

Whatever doubt Vincent had vanished in an instant. Disgust twisted across his face.

“Such an amazing actress. What a waste not going into show business.”

“Today’s Sable’s birthday. So I won’t deal with your nonsense now. But tomorrow, we’ll finish this.”

With that, he pulled Sable close and walked away without a second glance.

I crumbled beside my brother’s cooling body, sobbing helplessly.