You Murdered My Mother for Your Mistres, Now You Must Pay the Price

The day before my birthday, Henry told me he was going to propose. And this morning, I found the ring box hidden in the pocket of his coat.

I was so excited that I canceled my business trip and planned to surprise him with a gift of my own that evening.

Just as I was on my way, I received the news that my mother had been in a car accident.

I hurried to the hospital, but there were barely any doctors on duty. I immediately called Henry Garrison, a senior physician, 99 times while crying, but he never picked up.

As I sat trembling outside the emergency room, a video of Henry proposing to Willa Saint was posted in my colleagues' group chat. In the video, Henry knelt on one knee and solemnly slid that very ring onto Willa's finger.

A chorus of congratulations erupted from all around. Only then did I notice that the crowd gathered there were all hospital personnel, who called away by Henry. And because of the staff shortage, a technical error occurred during my mothers surgery and she lost her life.

It was only then that a drunken Henry finally returned my call, sounding utterly impatient. "Why did you call so many times? I told you I was busy with something important today. Didn't you hear me?"

Through my tears, I begged, "Henry, my mom passed away in a car accident. Can you come and see her one last time?"

But only a click of the tongue came from the other end of the line.

"Your mother is dead; she can't come back to life. What's the use of me going there? Stop being so unreasonable. I'm busy with something important right now."

After saying that, he hung up immediately.

My eyes stung as I leaned against the hospital wall, trembling all over. Henry's words had completely extinguished the last spark of hope in my heart, leaving me in total despair.

I let out a bitter laugh. It seemed that the wedding scheduled for half a month later would need another bride.

***

An hour later, Henry finally arrived at the hospital, bringing Willa with him.

Seeing me sitting on the floor with a blank expression, he frowned and helped me into a chair. He quickly glanced into the room through the glass window in the door before abruptly looking away.

"I've come to the hospital as you asked. Didn't you want me to look at your mother? Well, I've looked. If there's nothing else, I'm leaving."

I clenched my fists tightly and looked up to see the engagement ring on Willa's ring finger. My voice was hoarse. "Henry, I saw the video posted in the colleagues' group chat. Your so-called 'important business' was proposing to Willa, wasn't it? Is proposing more important than my mother's life?"

Henry froze for a moment, then spoke with increased haste, as if every word was being pushed out by his impatience. "Can you stop being unreasonable? I promised Willa I'd give her a perfect proposal. It was her wish."

I propped myself up and slapped Henry across the face.

Willa, who was standing nearby, panicked and pushed me to the ground. "What are you doing! What does your mother's death have to do with Henry? It's too much to put all this blame on him!" As she spoke, her eyes turned red and tears streamed down her face.

The moment Henry saw her crying, he didn't even spare a glance for me lying on the floor. His eyes were full of heartache as he grabbed Willa's hand, ready to leave.

"I can't help you with your mother's situation. You handle it yourself."

After watching his cold, indifferent back disappears from my sight, my knees finally gave out. I sank to the ground, every ounce of strength draining from my body.

At midnight, I returned from the crematorium to a house swallowed in darkness. Carrying my mother's ashes into the bedroom, I still couldn't accept that she was truly gone.

Three days after her burial, Henry finally came home. When he saw me, he didn't say a single word and went straight into the bedroom.

The next day, Henry was invited to attend a medical seminar and my name was on the guest list as well.

The next day, Henry was invited to a medical seminar and I was on the invitation list as well.

Early that morning, Willa rang the doorbell. She dressed in a sharp little suit, her ring finger adorned with the engagement ring Henry had given her.

"I didn't expect you to be going too. I thought you wouldn't care about Henry's affairs. Looks like I was overthinking it," she remarked lightly.

Henry shot me a sideways glance, his eyes brimming with annoyance. "She's her. I'm me."

With that, he grabbed Willa's hand and walked away. The two of them left together in the same car, while I chose to drive on my own.

But on the way to the medical university, a black car with no license plates followed closely behind me. When we reached a road with sparse traffic, that car suddenly lost control and crashed straight into mine.

My car flipped over and my body was firmly held in place by the airbag. Later, the warmth spreading across my right leg sent a surge of panic through me.

At that time, Henry's car disappeared farther and farther from my sight and the unlicensed car also vanished without a trace.

In the moment before losing consciousness, I endured the excruciating pain to call Henry for help. "Henry, I've been in a car accident. Come save me "

On the other end of the line, Henry just scoffed, his tone coldly mocking.

"Always using a car accident as an excuse to get my attention. Suzanne, do you have any idea how important this seminar is for me today? If I'm late, it could affect my career. Drop these little schemes of yours. You're just making me annoyed."

The second the call was disconnected, I desperately dialed the emergency services and blacked out.

When I woke up again, my phone was filled with missed calls from colleagues and over a hundred demanding messages from Henry. The screen was filled with complaints about how my absence from the seminar had cost him face, prompting his rival to mock his unhappy marriage.

That rival was Jose Sanchez, his former classmate. For three years, the two of them had been locked in an open and covert battle for the vice director's position.

Later, I picked up my phone and dialed a number I hadn't contacted in a long time.

"Dad, I agree to the marriage alliance with the Sanchez family you mentioned before. I will return to the capital within two weeks. You should start preparing for the wedding."

After I finished the call with my father, Henry called again.

"Suzanne, do you have any idea how much you embarrassed me by not showing up? You truly aren't as sensible as Willa."

My eyes stung as I stared at the words on the screen. My heart felt like it was being squeezed by a giant hand and tears completely blurred my vision.

It wasn't until after I was discharged from the hospital that I finally called Henry myself.

Just as the ringtone was about to end, he finally answered. An impatient voice, tinged with slight breathlessness, came through the line. "What is it? I'm on a business trip."

My voice caught in my throat. My fingers clenched the phone so tightly I couldn't utter a sound.

Perhaps sensing that his tone was harsh, Henry cleared his throat and softened his voice before speaking again. "We'll talk about it when I get back. It's late now and I need to rest."

Before I could respond, Henry hung up irritably. As the screen went dark, my shoulders slumped in exhaustion.

I reached out to turn on the bedside lamp, but to my surprise, I found an open box of condoms from an unfamiliar brand sitting on the nightstand. Tucked underneath the box were several receipts from a love hotel.

Recalling Henry's strange voice on the phone just moments ago, my heart instantly sank to rock bottom.

Henry and I had a shared cloud drive, which he suggested creating after we decided to be together.

He said it would be the ocean of our love, a place that would preserve every little moment we had shared. Yet, the album hadn't been updated in nearly a year.

I nervously opened the album and the photos that met my eyes made my breath catch.

The newly uploaded pictures started last month. Every single one of them showed intimate photos of Henry and Willa together.

Tears streamed down my face without warning, one drop, two drops.

The once-sweet vows and frozen moments now felt like tiny needles pricking my heart, causing a dense, numbing pain.

After deleting the album I decided to go find Henry. However, that love hotel wasn't far from my home.

Soon, I arrived at the underground parking garage, where Henrys car was parked smoothly in its spot.

I drove over and soon reached the hotel. Looking at the receipts again, I noticed it was always the same room number512.

When I reached the door, I didn't expect it to be slightly ajar. From inside came the sound of Henry and Willa laughing and fooling around.

"Henry, you're so good to me. My brother's eyes were able to recover thanks to you."

Willa's cheerful voice was muffled by a low groan as Henry replied while panting slightly. "My research results were only confirmed because your brother and Suzanne's mother contributed so much. I should be the one thanking them."

My raised hand froze upon hearing Henry's words. Meanwhile, my heart began to beat uncontrollably.

What did Henry mean? What did he mean by saying my mother "contributed so much"?

"Keep this a secret from now on. It's best if you never mention a single word of it."

Henry's voice came again, followed by Willa's flirtatious, breathless tone.

"Oh, stop it. There's no one else here and Suzanne can't hear us anyway. She'll probably never know in this lifetime that her mother's corneas were transplanted into my brother."

Henry continued, "Ugh, that woman was dying anyway. What's the use of saving someone that old? It wasn't easy to find a matching cornea. Of course, I helped you. Otherwise, why would I have gone through so much trouble to transfer her away?"

The conversation between the two inside the room plunged me into an icy abyss, leaving me paralyzed. Everything around me felt as if it were shrouded in a thick fog, blurred and surreal.

What did Henry just say? My mother's death had been deliberately arranged by them. For Willa's brother, Henry had killed my mother and stolen her corneas.

My throat began to itch and a metallic taste rushed into my nose. I opened my mouth in agony, yet I couldn't breathe.

I covered my mouth tightly, leaning against the wall as my body trembled uncontrollably.

Tears kept rolling down because I still couldn't believe that Henry and Willa had teamed up to murder my mother.

Suddenly, my phone charm slipped from my hand and hit the floor with a sharp clink. The sound jolted me back to my senses. I forced myself to my feet and rushed toward the elevator.

In the dark, deserted early morning, I made my way to a park beside the hotel. As soon as I arrived, my legs gave out and I dropped to my knees, all the strength in my body completely drained.

Overwhelmed by agony, I screamed at the lake in front of me.

Just then, two unfamiliar women emerged from the dark shadows behind the trees. They approached me relentlessly, a cold smile playing on their lips.

While my mind was still in turmoil, they lunged at me, grabbing my hair.

They pinned me to the ground, punching and kicking me until I felt like I was going to die right there.

When they were done, they calmly took out their phones. After the camera flash flickered twice in my eyes, they turned and left.

I dragged myself home, covered in wounds, only to find Henry had returned first.

The moment I entered, Henry's expression froze, his eyes instantly filling with rage. "Suzanne, where did you go today?"

My breath caught in my throat. I didn't want to answer, but that man gripped my chin tightly, forcing me to look up. When his finger brushed the cut at the corner of my mouth, a sharp sting shot through me and I couldnt help but flinch.

"Don't touch me, Henry!" I cried out.

The thought of him having just slept with Willa in that hotel room, coupled with the truth about my mother's death, made his touch feel utterly disgusting.

My attempt to dodge him made his face turn completely dark.

Just then, Willa walked out of the bathroom wearing the new nightgown I had just bought. Seeing the injuries on my body, her eyes widened and she grabbed my hand while feigning deep concern.

"Suzanne, what happened? Why are there so many red marks on your face and arms?"

Even so, I noticed a hint of smugness in Willa's expression. Could it be that the two women who attacked me tonight were sent by her?

As soon as Willa spoke, Henry's face turned deathly pale with anger. He spoke slowly, as if he might strangle me in the next second.

"Did you get these bruises while fooling around with some other man? How many shameful things did you do behind my back while I was gone this week?"

Willa then tried to reassure him. "Henry, please calm down. I know these scars look like they were made with some kind of specialized tool, but is it possible you've misunderstood Suzanne?"

Henry clenched his fists tightly, his chest heaving with anger. "As a professional doctor, I'm not so incompetent that I can't distinguish between assault wounds and something else. Suzanne, don't you even want to explain yourself?"

His words stripped away any desire I had to explain. I looked into his eyes calmly and said, "I have nothing to explain. You can believe whatever you want."

The words had barely left my mouth when Henry raised his hand and slapped me across the face. His eyes burned with fury as he stared at me.

"How dare you say that! During this week I was gone, you claimed you were being discharged from the hospital after a car accident, yet today you show up at home covered in these marks. Suzanne, you are truly shameless!"

Tears slid down my cheeks as I felt the muscles in my face contort slightly. My heart pounded with pain and my vision blurred like a fog, obscuring Henry's face.

"Then what about you, Henry? What were you doing this past week? And why did Willa come home with you? Why don't you explain any of this?"

I lost control and shouted at the top of my lungs, looking like a madwoman.

Henry frowned, watching my breakdown with cold indifference and clear displeasure.

"Why should I explain anything I do to you? You, on the other hand, are skilled at sharing a bed while dreaming of someone else and playing with people's feelings, aren't you?"

As he spoke, he picked up the notebook I kept in the safe and waved it in the air.

"So this is your 'affection.' While pursuing me, you were pouring your heart out to this 'Mr. H' in your diary. Suzanne, you make me feel sick!"

Henry had finally discovered this diary. Back when I was pursuing him, I'd poured my heartfelt love into its pages.

Afraid someone might find it, I used the initial H to refer to him. I never imagined that now, it would be misunderstood and turned into a weapon to humiliate me.

Henry's face twisted in rage as he ripped the diary in half and threw the pieces at my feet.

I clutched my phone tightly, my heart aching over the love I'd wasted on such scum, over my mother's murder and over the intimate photos of the two of them in that shared album.

Finally, my heart was completely broken and I couldn't muster any more strength.

I will make them pay the price and make them repent before my mother!

"Suzanne, why have you stopped talking? Don't tell me you really " Willa trailed off, covering her mouth in mock surprise as if she couldn't believe it.

She didn't finish her sentence; instead, she turned toward Henry with a look of heartfelt pity.

By now, that man's eyes were devoid of any warmth, his deep voice thick with suppressed anger. "Suzanne, explain yourself!"

"Explain what? I only find it laughable, all these years of affection are laughable."

As I spoke, tears rolled down uncontrollably. A decade of ups and downs had ultimately dissolved into nothingness.

The moment I finished speaking, Henry released Willa's waist. His face darkened further as he strode toward me and seized me tightly by the throat.

The next second, he grabbed my wrist and yanked me forward, my body crashing against his chest. Then he dragged me into the bathroom and turned the shower to full blast. Freezing water poured down from my head to my toes.

I couldn't help but tilt my head back, only to be met with Henry's furious face.

"What? Already can't take it? When you were with another man, didn't you ever think this day would come? You even came back covered in wounds, trying to disgust me. Suzanne, Suzanne, how can you be so cheap!"

Gasping for air, I breathed in great, ragged gulps, my words coming out in broken fragments. "I didn't "

Unfortunately, Henry didn't believe me at all. He snorted coldly, threw me into the bathroom and left.

Only after the door slammed shut did I drag myself out, soaked and disheveled. Tears mixed with water droplets as my whole body trembled.

A sharp, throbbing pain shot through my wounds and an overwhelming surge of hatred welled up inside me. I immediately dialed my lawyer's number.

"Find me a private investigator. Find out the details of my mother's car accident, no matter the cost and also find out about Henry's situation in the hospital over the past few years," I ordered.

After a quick treatment of my wounds, I took a painkiller and fell asleep.

In the dead of night, a shrill ringtone jolted me awake.

Only then did I realize my body felt utterly drained, my head spinning. I must have been running a fever.

I opened my mouth, but my throat hurt so badly I could barely speak. "Willa, what do you want?"

It was one in the morning when Willa's lazy voice drifted through the receiver.

"Suzanne, do you know why you miscarried three months ago? It's because I was pregnant too. Henry said only I was worthy of bearing his child. You weren't."

Hearing that, my heart jerked violently. My mind thundered as long-forgotten memories surged back.

It was only three months ago that I discovered I was pregnant and excitedly told Henry the news.

The next day, he declared his love citywide, blanketing the hospital rooftop with flowers for me. He promised me a proposal I'd never forget, making me the envy of everyone who saw us.

But less than a month later, while working in the operating room, I suddenly experienced excruciating abdominal pain and fainted on the spot.

When I woke up, Henry was kneeling beside my bed with red-rimmed eyes, apologizing to me.

At the time, I thought it was love and a sense of responsibility. Now I realized, it was nothing but guilt.

In that moment, the beauty of the past was brutally torn apart, revealing only the sickening, filthy truth.

I gasped for air, my head spinning from the overwhelming surge of emotion. The next second, I tumbled off the bed and hit the floor on my knees.

Finally, unable to bear the torment any longer, I screamed. "Where's Henry? Put him on the phone!"

"Sorry, he's in the shower."

As Willa spoke, Henry's lazy voice drifted over from nearby. "Baby, who is it?"

"Just someone unimportant," she replied confidently.

"Hmph, you're right, baby. Other than you, everyone else is just someone unimportant to me."

How ironic and pathetic.

The first time Henry said he loved me was when I had appendicitis. He carried me in his arms all the way to the hospital, tears streaming down his face as he ran.

When I came out of surgery, his hands were still trembling. He stayed at my bedside day and night, looking after me with meticulous care. For my sake, he even learned how to cook.

He said my stomach was sensitive, so he would learn culinary skills for me. If one year wasn't enough, he'd take two. He promised he'd spend his whole life loving and caring for me.

At that time, he said the same words he does now: that in his heart, everyone else was unimportant compared to me.

I didn't cry, nor did I make a scene. Instead, I silently hung up the phone. After that I ordered some fever medicine online and waited for express delivery.

At that same time, I received a message from my father. He told me that the wedding with Jose Sanchez was set for three days from now.

The next day, the hospital hosted a dinner party. By the time I arrived, Henry and Willa were already seated.

He glanced at me briefly before pouring Willa a glass of hot water. The two of them leaned close, whispering to each other and Willa covered her mouth with a shy smile.

Beside that man was a seat a colleague had thoughtfully reserved for me.

Midway through the meal, my colleagues teased me, saying that Henry and I had been dating for years and were missing a proposal, urging him to propose now.

I thought Henry would refuse. But to my surprise, he smiled slightly, stood up and pulled an exquisite velvet box from his pocket. Soon after, he dropped to one knee.

"I've actually prepared this long ago. Since we have this opportunity today, I'll be bold for once. Suzanne William, will you marry me?"

I stood there, stunned, unable to react for a long time.

Under the puzzled gazes of everyone, Henry forcefully took my hand and slipped the ring onto my finger. He kissed the back of my hand with an expression of pure devotion while our colleagues clapped and offered their blessings.

All I could do now was stare at the ring on my finger in misery.

For the past five years, every moment with this ring would have been filled with happiness. Yet here I was, receiving it precisely when I felt most hopeless and filled with hatred toward him.

I didn't smile, nor did I feel the slightest bit of happiness. The small flame in my heart had long burned out.

The party was still going on, just in a different location. While I went to the restroom, I overheard my colleagues gossiping.

"Haven't Henry and Willa already met each other's parents? Why is he proposing to Suzanne now? This is so confusing."

I froze on the spot, unable to believe what I was hearing. I only stepped out after that couple had left.

In the hallway, I saw Henry looking around anxiously, searching for something.

"Where did you go? You've been out for so long and our colleagues are getting impatient waiting for you," he snapped at me.

I brushed his arm away and looked him in the eye, demanding, "Did you take Willa home to meet your parents?"

Henry glanced around before pulling me straight into an empty private room. "So what if I did? We're all colleagues and my parents like her. What's wrong with a little visit?"

I let out a self-mocking laugh, my voice trembling slightly. "Then what about me? All these years, whenever I said I wanted to meet your parents, you always said that before a proposal, your family didn't allow you to bring anyone home."

Henry was momentarily speechless, then clicked his tongue in irritation. "Didn't I just propose to you? If you want to meet them, I'll take you tomorrow, okay? Today is a colleagues' gathering, can you stop making a scene?"

My eyes turned red as I looked at his indifferent expression, my lips quivering. "Henry, do you really think I'm the one making a scene?"

In an instant, my heart sank to the bottom of the sea. It turned out that in Henry's eyes, I was never truly worthy of being family.

I pushed open the door and left the private room dejectedly, making an excuse about feeling unwell to leave the party early.

After walking for a while, I realized I had left my bag behind.

When I returned to the venue, I found Henry still inside the private room I had just left. The door was ajar and Willa was sitting on his lap, the two of them passionately kissing.

"Sweetheart, don't be sad. Just hold on a little longer. Your brother's eyes are showing severe rejection. I'll arrange for Suzanne to donate her corneas to him as soon as possible."

"You won't have a change of heart when the time comes, will you?" Willa asked.

Henry gently bit her earlobe, his voice muffled and accompanied by low breaths.

"How could I? If it weren't for the fact that your brother's eyes couldn't wait, why would I have risked staging that car accident? Don't worry, I'll make Suzanne sign the organ donation agreement voluntarily, just like her mother did back then."

Only after Henry said these words did Willa smile with satisfaction. She nestled affectionately in his arms, her hand gently stroking her slightly rounded belly.

I stood at the door, overwhelmed by grief, my trembling body shaking with silent sobs.

My husband didn't come home the entire night. He only took a moment to message me, saying something had come up at the hospital.

Of course, I knew he was lying. But I didn't question him, didn't cry, didn't make a fuss and didn't even reply.

The first thing I did the next morning was to organize the jewelry and bags Henry had given me in the display cabinet in my walk-in closet. I took photos of them one by one and listed them on a secondhand platform.

Since I was leaving, I wanted to completely erase all my traces.

In the past, I loved buying beautiful clothes for myself. After Henry noticed this little hobby, he would take me to my favorite shops every month to buy lovely outfits.

But gradually, he stopped taking me to those stores and no new clothes ever graced the walk-in closet again.

I crammed all those clothes into storage bins and called a secondhand collector. I sold everything at ten dollars per pound.

The collector had barely left when Henry walked in.

He pointed toward the door, frowning in confusion. "Suzanne, why did you get rid of all the clothes I bought you?"

I looked up at him. He exuded a frigid aura, his eyes rimmed red, his voice thick with confusion and barely concealed resentment.

"Didn't you say you'd keep these clothes forever? Aren't these all your favorite styles?" Henry stared intently at my face, as if determined to get an answer.

"They're old now. What's the point of keeping them? Think of it as doing a little good before the wedding. You'll buy me more in the future, won't you?"

Hearing this, his expression softened slightly. A faint smile tugged at his lips as he gently brushed my cheek. "Very well. Our wedding is the day after tomorrow. Prepare yourself properly. Just don't give me any trouble."

I gave a faint smile, though my heart was numb.

That night, Henry invited me to a fireworks show. He said he had promised me this for three years, but every time it had been interrupted by unforeseen circumstances.

I lowered my head and laughed bitterly. So, he remembered.

In those three years, Henry had countless chances to bring me here, yet he chose to spend all that spare time with Willa instead.

And now, when he finally gave his time to me, it was tainted with poison and calculation.

The fireworks exploded across the night sky, blooming beautifully against the darkness.

Henry seemed to be in a good mood, pulling my hand and rushing into the crowd to dance. But what no one expected was that, due to electromagnetic interference, drones hovering at 100 meters began to fall rapidly.

One after another, they crashed into the crowd.

The scene descended into chaos and Henry and I were separated by the surging people.

While I searched for him, people in the crowd screamed about the danger. In the panic, I was pushed to the ground and lost my sense of direction.

At that moment, a drone slammed violently into my head and my vision blurred instantly.

Just before I lost consciousness, I caught a hazy glimpse of Henry through the crowd. He was being held tightly by Willa as they left the area.

Henry had said that only the two of us came to see the fireworks; it turned out he was lying.

When I woke up again, I was in a hospital. The excruciating pain in my head made my body tremble uncontrollably and a dull, throbbing ache spread throughout my body.

I opened my eyes, but all I saw was pitch black. I couldn't see anything at all.

Then Henry's voice suddenly cut through the darkness, startling me. "You're awake. Would you like some water?"

His voice was unusually gentle and he held my hand tightly.

I tried to look around and a sense of dread crept into my heart. My lips quivered. "My eyes "

"Your eyes are temporarily blind. The doctor said it will recover one day, so don't overthink it," Henry said calmly as he handed a glass of water directly into my hand.

"Blind," I murmured.

Everything that happened yesterday was still vivid in my mind and Henry's nonchalant attitude made my chest feel as if it were on fire.

Suddenly, I clenched the cup tightly and then threw it straight onto the floor. "Henry, now that I'm blind, are you secretly relieved? Because this way, I can't see you and Willa "

"Slap!"

Before I could finish speaking, Henry slapped me hard across the face.

Then, he let out a low growl. "Can you stop being so unreasonable? You were the one running around recklessly, causing your own blindness. Who else is there to blame? If Willa hadn't shown up yesterday, I might have been the one hit!"

I couldn't hear anything after that; my head was buzzing. Surprisingly, the resentment in my heart suddenly vanished.

It turned out that once you truly give up on someone, no matter how disgusting their actions were, you no longer feel sad.

I remained silent, trying to feel my way off the bed.

"Where are you going? I'll take you. It's not convenient for you to walk right now; you'll fall easily," Henry said.

He tried to support my arm, but repeated despair made me instinctively reject his touch. I pushed him away forcefully. "No need, I can walk by myself. I don't need your cheap concern."

Willa lost her temper then. She rushed over and shoved me straight to the ground, causing my head to slam against the bedpost.

The pain was so intense that I saw stars and it took me a long time to recover.

"Suzanne! Are you crazy? Henry was just trying to take care of you. Why did you push him?"

Not satisfied even after saying that, she slapped me again.

Lowering my head, I covered my dizzy forehead as a sharp ringing filled my ears.

Henry's tone turned irritated as he coldly looked down at me lying on the floor. "Suzanne, the doctor said you can go home to recover. I hope you'll be sensible and stop causing trouble for others. After all, tomorrow is our wedding."

As he spoke, he wrapped one arm around Willa's waist and stroked her head comfortingly with the other.

I shook my head and looked up at Henry. Suddenly, the pitch-black world turned bright. Then, the silhouettes of Henry and Willa gradually became clear before my eyes.

I stood there stunned, a huge joy quietly blooming in my heart.

Fortunately, neither of them noticed anything unusual. So I continued pretending to be blind, groping in front of me with both hands as I used the bed rail to stand up.

Seeing that I remained silent, Henry frowned slightly and stared fixedly into my eyes, his tone sharpening with frustration. "What? Did I say something wrong?"

At that moment, Willa was leaning against Henry. When she met my gaze, she instinctively shrank back.

Noticing her movement, Henry glanced at me again and whispered softly in her ear. "Don't worry. She can't see anything."

He then buried his face in Willa's neck, kissing her more and more passionately.

Their lips and tongues intertwined and the fabric of the sofa sank under their weight, producing muffled sounds. One of Willa's high heels was kicked aside carelessly and landed almost near my feet.

I stood before them, watching silently, my face was calm and expressionless.

"Henry, stop it. We still have important business to attend to."

With a gentle push from Willa, Henry regained his composure. His voice now carried a deliberately softened warmth as he walked over to me and pulled out a document.

"You need to sign the discharge papers in person and this afternoon I'll take you to try on wedding dresses," Henry said, shoving a prepared pen into my hand.

Staring at the organ donation agreement and property transfer document in my hands, I gripped the pen tightly. Even my breathing carried despair and sorrow.

Henry was stripping me of everything and all the years of our relationship now felt like nothing but a cruel joke.

"Alright, but I'm thirsty now. Could you pour me a cup of hot water?" I set down the pen, casually making an excuse.

Willa, standing not far away, rolled her eyes and poured a cup of hot water, handing it to Henry with some dissatisfaction.

Because the cup itself was scalding hot, my hand trembled slightly as I took it. Just as I expected, Willa wouldn't bother giving me water at the right temperature.

I feigned a tremor, letting the scalding water spill directly onto my hand and the organ donation agreement.

"Ouch!"

The back of my hand reddened instantly from the boiling water and the skin even began to peel.

The cup clattered to the floor. It shattered into pieces and the organ donation agreement was damaged beyond recognition.

The burning sensation spread quickly, like a small flame searing my skin. I clutched my hand tightly, my brows furrowed in pain.

"It looks like I won't be able to sign today. Let's do it tomorrow," I said.

"What a useless person, can't even do this simple thing right," Willa muttered softly, then hugged Henry's neck affectionately. "We still have things to do. Just leave her alone for now."

Henry's expression darkened instantly, his brow furrowing slightly with impatience. "Fine. Then rest. I'll come get your signature first thing tomorrow morning."

After saying that, ignoring the mess on the floor, he pulled Willa out of the ward.

Once they were gone, I carefully stepped around the shards, went to the bathroom to rinse my burn with cold water and had a nurse bandage it.

Therefore, I made a phone call. "I've sent the things to you. The wedding plans for tomorrow will proceed as scheduled."

***

The next morning at dawn, Henry called me. "Suzanne! Why did you check out early without calling me? Where are you!"

I finished packing the last of my luggage and sent it off before answering slowly, "I just wanted to give you a surprise. I'll head straight to the hotel in a bit."

By the time I arrived at the hotel, Willa and Henry were already waiting for me in the dressing room. Through the slightly ajar door came the sounds of their playful banter.

Willa said, "Imagine Suzanne's reaction when she finds out I'm the bride today. It'll be priceless."

Standing at the door, I let out a cold laugh and calmly pushed it open.

Both of them were startled. Henry stared guiltily into my eyes, seemingly trying to discern something. Eventually, still uneasy, he waved his hand in front of my face and only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.

He guided me to sit in front of the vanity mirror, watching helplessly as the makeup artist dressed me in my bridesmaid dress and applied rough makeup.

Meanwhile, Willa stood beside him in a high-end designer wedding gown.

When the ceremony began, Henry handed me the train of Willa's dress. As the music swelled and the doors slowly opened, I followed behind her step by step onto the stage.

"Let us welcome today's bride into this romantic fairy tale! Everyone, please look at the screen!"

Just as Willa was feeling smug, the previously heartwarming wedding photos on the screen suddenly switched to an unexpected display.

One by one, her private photos appeared, along with pictures of the two of them secretly being intimate behind my back. Even recordings of their schemes were played on the giant screen.

The guests all turned to look at the screen, standing up one after another.

Some hurriedly looked away, others stifled laughter and a few discreetly pulled out their phones to take pictures.

The smiles on Willa and Henry's faces froze and the color drained from their faces instantly.

The crowd's roar drowned out Henry's furious shouts to turn off the screen, along with Willa's panicked sobs.

Chaos erupted throughout the venue and in the ensuing confusion, I slipped away from the wedding.

At the hotel entrance, the Sanchezs' car was waiting to pick me up.

The moment I got inside, I sent Henry a message. [This is your surprise. I hope you like it. Goodbye, Henry.]

Thenceforth, I took the SIM card out of my phone and threw it out the window.