After the breast cancer was removed, my husband immediately built a hospital, just so that I could rest and recuperate.
In front of the bed, he held my hand and said again and again. "Wife, I am sorry for you. You are not even qualified to be a mother at such a young age."
I looked down at my flat chest and smiled bitterly.
John stayed by the bed day and night, trying to make me regain my confidence. But he seemed to have forgotten that the reason I got breast cancer was all because of him.
He promised me solemnly that he would take care of me for the rest of his life, but there was no future between us.
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John called the most authoritative experts in the country to treat me.
The ward was surrounded by people and John knelt in front of the bed, holding my hand in his palm, with worry in his eyes.
"Monica, don't worry, these are the best experts in the country, they will help you."
I didn't answer John's words, but looked up at the doctors around me with happy faces. The truth was, they were not an expert in difficult and complicated diseases, but a doctor in a plastic surgery hospital.
"Mrs. Jenner, don't worry. Many stars are created by us. We will definitely restore your previous appearance. Mr. Lagerfeld is so good to you. After knowing that you are sick, he immediately built a hospital and asked us to rush here from all places overnight. So when you recover, we can perform the operation."
A young doctor looked at me complacently. She thought that John's behavior would move me, so she was eager to show herself. But they calculated it wrong. It was not someone else who made me look like this now, but him, John.
"I'm too tired. You go out first." I said as I closed my eyes numbly. I took a long breath and lay back on the bed.
Seeing this, John stood up and said to everyone. "Didn't you hear? My wife is tired. You go first. I will call you later if I need you."
The doctor who just spoke suddenly turned back and looked at me with a sneer in her eyes.
She walked at the end of the crowd and whispered to John. "Mr. Lagerfeld, I'll wait for you in the office, don't forget to keep the appointment."
John pushed her out of the room with a guilty conscience and looked back to see me still lying on the bed unmoved and he breathed a sigh of relief.
The door of the ward was closed and I raised my heavy eyelids again.
Perhaps in John's heart, he hid Jessica very well and I hadn’t found any clues so far. But he didn't know that I knew it when they first met two years ago.
So that every time we met and slept together since then, Jessica would always tell me with great fanfare, send me videos and call me.
In the past two years, I had been tortured, but every time John came back, he would always pretend that nothing had happened. He still devoted himself to me wholeheartedly, as if those video records were all illusions.
John did a lot for me. When we got married, he directly booked all the wedding cars in the city to marry me. The car was so large that it could go around the city twice. He seemed to think it was not enough to express his love for me in his heart.
So after marriage, he built two townhouses for me on the hillside in the suburbs and the periphery of the villas was full of my favorite hydrangeas. He knew that I liked pets, so the villa was full of various expensive cats and dogs, countless.
But even though he loved me so much, he couldn't control his desire and chose to cheat. When he cheated, I had been married for only one month. Sometimes I couldn't even tell whether the video Jessica sent me was true or false and I always swallowed the grievances in my heart.
