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 mother’s 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."