The eighth year of my marriage with Garrick Steinfeld.
He lied to me about going on a business trip out of town.
In fact, he was busy sleeping with his first love, who was now his girlfriend, Leslie Davenport.
But ended up in the hospital because he went too far.
Late at night, I, Wendy Hurst, received an urgent call from the emergency department.
I took a glance at the girl's lower body, which was somewhat unbearable to look at. "Arrange surgery immediately."
Seeing that I was the one performing the surgery, Garrick threatened me coldly. "Wendy, if you can't give her a good treatment, I will end your career today."
After the surgery, he personally took care of his girlfriend, just to ensure that she could be discharged from the hospital in good health.
But then, when he got home, he pointed at me and yelled at me, saying that I deliberately made Leslie's surgical stitches look ugly.
He asked me to apologize to her.
I insisted on refusing, but Garrick threatened me. "If you don't apologize to her, I'll divorce you."
I used to care about our marriage.
But now I did not want it anymore.
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"What's the point of you playing like this? Why do you want me to apologize?" I coldly questioned him.
My husband, who I had been married to for eight years, was having fun with his girlfriend until she ended up to the hospital, which embarrassed me and made me a laughingstock in the social media.
His expression changed, then he pushed me hard and said coldly, "Wendy, can you please stop being unreasonable?" Garrick's eyes were only filled with disappointment.
I was pushed directly to the sharp corner of the closet and my forehead was cut. The pain left me speechless.
I wiped it with my hand and my hand was stained with blood.
But Garrick pretended not to see it and continued to accuse me. "Leslie is so innocent, but your thoughts are dirty and filthy."
He was obsessed with defending other women.
My heart gradually sank.
"It's really shameful for you to do this," I said word by word.
The anger in my heart was like a fire ignited by gasoline, burning ever more fiercely.
He responded, "So what if it's true? It's just for fun and I promised to take good care of Leslie."
He used to say the same thing before, which made me sympathize with Leslie. But it was different now.
I felt hurt and disappointed. Is this what he means by taking good care of someone?
Going to the bed with her?
I insisted on refusing to apologize to her.
Garrick's face turned completely cold.
"When did you become such a petty person? You deliberately left those ugly stitch scars on Leslie's body to take revenge on me."
"Then let's get a divorce."
There was a sense of tiredness in my voice. I was tired of this marriage.
"No, I don't agree. Wendy, I won't let you go. You must go and apologize to Leslie now."
I agreed, but he did not let me go.
He put his hands on my shoulders. He was very strong and his grasp hurt me.
During the surgery, I did not eat or drink anything, my lips were dry and my body felt like cotton without strength.
And there was blood on her forehead now.
"I haven't eaten yet and the wound on my forehead needs to be treated."
"None of that matters. Leslie is still waiting for your apology."
He shook me a bit harder, but pushed me right back down to sit in the foyer.
I had been working non-stop for 12 hours before performing surgery on Leslie.
As soon as I got home from work, I was called back to the emergency department
Medical ethics made me unable to bear the death of a teenage girl, so I had to endure my tired body and complete the entire surgery.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to push you."
Seeing me fall to the floor, Garrick reached out his hand to help me up.
Suddenly, the mobile phone in his trouser pocket vibrated and he immediately retracted his outstretched hand.
He took out his mobile phone and looked at it with a serious face.
No need to guess, I was sure the one messaging him was his girlfriend, Leslie, who was also my surgery patient today.
