The blade edge jolted open in an instant, and the pain made my whole body tremble.
Seeing this, the nurse beside me hurried to stop the stretcher on my side.
But Serena blocked her with one hand. "Save him first!"
"But obviously—"
The nurse was incredulous, but Serena's attitude was forceful, and in the end she could only lift Kyle—who was completely uninjured—onto the stretcher bed.
Because there were so many people, Serena carefully shielded him, but she didn't watch where she was going. When she passed by me, she stepped right on my wound.
Blood sprayed out instantly, splattering all over her white dress.
And I couldn't take it anymore.
I passed out completely.
When I woke again, it was the severe pain coming from below that jolted me awake.
I realized I was lying in the emergency room.
The doctor saw me open my eyes, and his hands paused. "Your wife heard you're doing better, so she told me to give you a vasectomy."
I suddenly lifted my head. "What did you say?"
He handed me a surgery form. I saw it clearly—vasectomy.
And in the lower right corner was Serena's signature.
I couldn't hold back anymore. Tears burst out.
So I was the only one hoping to have a baby with her.
So for Kyle's sake, she wanted to turn me into an incomplete man.
Serena, your heart is so cruel!
I bit down hard on my lip until the taste of blood spread through my mouth.
I grabbed the doctor. "I'm not doing it. Cancel the surgery!"
But he pinned me down hard, then tied all my limbs to the hospital bed and stuffed a blood-stained piece of gauze into my mouth.
"All the anesthesiologists were transferred by Ms. Gilbert to check on Mr. Mercer, so please bear with it. If you don't get sterilized, there'll be life-threatening danger."
Before I could react, huge instruments reached into my body and kept probing.
The pain made my whole body tremble. I clearly felt the changes inside me slipping away bit by bit.
Along with it, the last trace of love in my heart.
When I opened my eyes again, I was lying in the hospital hallway.
On the TV, they were broadcasting the news from two days ago about Serena being kidnapped. They said this was the second time she had been targeted by a rival.
Only I knew it was actually the third time.
Seven years ago, I had just married Serena.
She went back to her hometown to bring her father to North City, and on the way, a rival came seeking revenge—a car speeding toward them.
It was Father who used all his strength to push her aside, while he himself was flung straight through the car window.
Brain-dead on the spot. He became a vegetable.
After I found out, I cried until I fainted at the hospital. Serena knelt outside the ward for three days and three nights, saying she was sorry to me and my father, and swore that in this lifetime she would never let me bleed or shed tears.
But now, not only did she make me bleed and cry, she also had someone strip away my right to be a father.
Tears poured out uncontrollably. With reddened eyes, I called my buddy who studied law and asked him to help me draft a divorce agreement.
As soon as I hung up, I saw Kyle update his feed.
The caption read: "Got a scare today. My wife didn't say a word and got me a pigeon-egg to make it up to me."
In the picture, that blue diamond ring stabbed deep into my eyes.
That was the gift Serena had promised to give me for our seventh wedding anniversary.
But now it was on someone else's hand.
I didn't dare look anymore and blocked him.
Over the next few days, Serena didn't show up even once. Half a month later, I handled the discharge procedures myself.
On the way, I went to the nursing home to sign Father up.
When I pushed open the front door with a pale face, I saw Kyle bare-chested, moving back and forth under Serena.
