For Her First Love, My Wife Doesn't Care About My Mother's Life or Death

My mother-in-law, Eleanore Johnson, was critically injured in a car accident and rushed to the hospital. The only one capable of performing the surgery was my wife, the top surgeon.

Frantically, I dialed her number, but her ex answered instead.

"Wendy is busy. Don't call if it's not important."

Ignoring his irritation, I spoke urgently, "Get her on the phone. Her mom was hit by a car and is in the hospital. She's waiting for Wendy to save her life."

Suddenly, Wendy's voice came through the phone, sharp and impatient.

"Gerald, I finally have a day off. I'm just here to help Neil with his Golden Egg on the big sale. Can you stop causing trouble?"

Before I could say anything else, she hung up.

When I tried to call back, her phone was already off.

That day, Eleanore died on the operating table.

"Gerald, the glass shard that pierced her chest is compressing her aorta. The blood flow is too fast. Hurry and find out where Dr. Simpson is," Dr. Zangwill said as he emerged from the emergency room, wiping sweat from his brow.

"Tell her to hurry, or it'll be too late," he urged.

Panic engulfed me.

Desperately, I dialed Wendy's number again.

Thankfully, this time, she answered.

"Gerald, what now?" Her voice was irritated and dismissive.

"Come back quickly, Eleanore is dying..."

Before I could finish, she hung up again.

When I called back, her phone was off.

I collapsed onto the floor, stubbornly trying again and again, only to hear the same disconnection tone.

Eleanore had always treated me like her own son.

I couldn't just give up on her.

I slapped myself hard and forced myself to calm down.

Wendy had mentioned that Neil Garden had recently bought a new house in our neighborhood and secured a discount from the renovation company.

Rushing out without a moment's delay, I headed straight to the renovation company.

Sure enough, Neil and Wendy were there at the company entrance.

My wife was on her tiptoes, adjusting his collar, smiling tenderly.

They looked so intimate, like a loving couple.

Ignoring their apparent closeness, I hurried over.

Wendy noticed me and stopped, her tender expression turning cold instantly.

"Gerald, are you following me? Aren't you tired of this?"

She scolded me, her tone full of blame and her eyes full of disgust, as if I was something shameful and shouldn't be here.

I couldn't care less about her attitude. All I could think of was Eleanore in critical condition. Desperately, I grabbed Wendy's arm, trying to pull her away.

"Eleanore was hit by a car. Come to the hospital now! You're the only one who can save her!"

She stepped back, looking at me with disdain and disbelief, like I was a clown trying to gain her favor.

"Mom called me half an hour ago, saying she was at a senior citizen's class. Think before you lie."

Wendy was convinced I was lying.

Neil stood up, positioning himself between Wendy and me, his tone displeased.

"Gerald, that's just evil. Wendy is just helping me break a Golden Egg, and you use her mom to get attention?

"All these years, her mom has treated you like a son. How could you curse her like that?"

His words made Wendy even more indifferent to me.

She said angrily, "You've really hit a new low, using my mom to get sympathy. Are you even human?"