Flash Flood Strikes: Wife Leaves Me to Die While Saving Her Male Best Friend Chapter 2

I tugged at the corner of my mouth, unable to hold back my sarcasm.

"Why am I here? Don't you know?"

She frowned, looking at me with displeasure, "I had something come up yesterday and couldn't come see you. Do you have to be so sarcastic?"

"I've been worried sick about your safety. I see you're fine and even have the energy to fight with me."

Listening to her complaints, I felt sick to my stomach.

Not wanting to argue further, I urged the caregiver to push me away.

Unexpectedly, several medical staff rushed out of the elevator behind us, pushing a rescue cart.

"Make way!" the lead doctor shouted in our direction.

Seeing the rescue cart about to crash into us, Saylor instinctively pushed Charlie's wheelchair away.

With a bang, I was hit hard and fell to the ground awkwardly.

A sharp pain from my wound tearing open made me inhale sharply, furrowing my brow.

Seeing this, Saylor ran over to help me up, her tone tinged with impatience.

"If you're injured, don't run around. Just stay in your room and rest properly."

"I'll take Charlie for his check-up first, then come see you later."

I forcefully pushed her hand away, saying coldly: "No need."

"Ezra, that's enough. You got hurt running around on your own, why are you taking it out on others?"

Saylor complained unhappily, simply standing up.

She left me sitting on the ground and walked away without looking back, pushing Charlie.

In the end, it was the caregiver who carefully helped me up and took me back to my room.

I thought Saylor saying she'd see me later was just giving herself an out.

I didn't expect her to actually come.

She was carrying several takeout boxes with cold food inside, her tone full of concern.

"You've always been picky about food. I figured the hospital meals wouldn't suit your taste."

"I specially ordered this dinner from a five-star restaurant. Come try it quick."

I glanced at the takeout bag where the delivery slip hadn't been removed. The address column showed Charlie's room number.

The note even said flirtatiously:

[Wishing the invincible handsome Charlie a speedy recovery!]

So, she was trying to please me with the leftovers Charlie didn't eat?

Fighting the nausea in my stomach, I brought up divorce again.

Saylor paused briefly, then sneered:

"Ezra, when will you be done with this? You're not young anymore, always talking about divorce. Don't forget, you were the one who begged me to marry you."

With that, she stormed out.

Hearing the door slam shut, I remained unmoved.

Back then, I truly loved Saylor.

To pursue her, I gave up a high-paying job and moved to her city.

To make her happy, I learned to cook well.

After she agreed to marry me, I silently vowed to treat her well for life.

But what about her?

To take care of her deceased best friend's husband, she abandoned me again and again, trampling on my true feelings.

This time, I won't forgive her, nor will I look back.

I contacted a lawyer to draft divorce papers.

Then I opened our joint bank account, intending to transfer out my father's death benefits.

But I found that all the money in the account had been withdrawn.

My heart sank as I recalled the news saying Saylor had spent millions to rescue Charlie.

So, she used this money?