My Ex-Husband's Memory Stopped at the Day He Loved Me Most Chapter 2

Perfect.

The divorce didn't go through, and now I'm getting scam calls.

I didn't miss a beat. "Yes, I'm Ethan's wife. Is he dying? Don't waste medical resources, just pull the plug!"

"Yes, I authorize it. I'll take full responsibility. Just roll him straight to the morgue!"

The person on the other end was stunned into silence.

"Mr. Wright just has a fractured leg..."

The doctor sounded young, clearly inexperienced with dealing with unhinged family members. He sounded incredibly stressed. "We've already set the bone and put it in a cast. If it's convenient, could you come down here?"

I frowned, finding it a bit strange, but politely declined. "No need. A broken leg isn't a big deal, and I'm very busy. I'll pass."

"Oh..."

He sounded disappointed but pushed on, "Also, Mr. Wright was in the accident with a Ms. Mia Harper. We can't reach Ms. Harper's family. Do you know her?"

Hearing that name, I instantly perked up. "I do. What happened to her?"

"She's severely injured. Massive contusions all over her body. Her hand might be permanently disabled, and she'll likely have extensive scarring..."

"I'M ON MY WAY!!!"

I screamed, delirious with joy. "General Hospital, right? What floor? What room? I'll be there in twenty minutes!!!"

Doctor: "We're in the second wing, fifth floor..."

I hung up and slammed on the gas.

The black SUV shot out like a shark, weaving aggressively through the holiday traffic.

All the gloom from earlier had completely vanished.

Sure, my ex-husband broke his leg in a crash. Who cares if he lives or dies?

But the mistress getting disfigured and possibly crippled in a car crash? That kind of karma doesn't just happen every day.

How could I miss a show like this?!