My Wife Served Sushi Off Her Naked Body For Her Ex Chapter 2

"Alex, you two go home first."

"I actually wanted to discuss it with you yesterday, but I was afraid you wouldn't agree to me being a body sushi model!"

"But do you know why?"

"I owe Julian a favor. Years ago, when I was dragged into an alley and raped, he saved me. He got injuries that left him infertile, so he can't be a father."

Julian got injured and became infertile saving her? I couldn't help but feel a flicker of doubt, but reality didn't give me time to think.

I urgently pleaded with Scarlett to take us to the hospital, but Julian rushed out and pulled her back.

"Scarlett, hurry back and help me!"

"Those men said if there's no body sushi model, they'll leave immediately."

Did he mean he wanted Scarlett to go back and continue being the body sushi model? I thought Scarlett would refuse for Eleanor's sake, but the next second, she became incredibly serious, as if facing a dire emergency.

"Okay, I'll go back and calm them down right now."

I quickly called out to her, but she didn't turn around once, walking away so decisively, so resolutely.

At that moment, I finally understood. The thread of our marriage had finally snapped.

As I rushed Eleanor to the hospital for emergency treatment, standing outside the operating room, I was consumed by anguish and panic.

Two hours later, the doctor came out and told me.

"Your mother already had heart problems, which is why she collapsed from anger."

Those words struck me like a bolt of lightning. Eleanor had heart disease?

I genuinely had no idea!

I walked in to see Eleanor. She was awake, her face pale and filled with pain.

She looked up at me, her smile frail and tragic. "Alex, my son."

"I didn't tell either of you...because I was afraid you'd worry. Afraid you'd go begging for money, trying to save me. Afraid you and Scarlett would fight over it. So....that's why..." She was cut off as a wracking cough overtook her.

I broke down. A sob tore from my throat as I rushed to her side and clutched her hand, my heart a knot of agony. Tears fell freely, streaking down my face and onto her time-worn hands.

I shook my head. "My father left when I was young. You raised me through every hardship alone. Don't you dare talk about being a burden."

"I will save you. I will."

Eleanor shook her head, crying. "My time is up. Please, don't do anything foolish for me again!"

"It's because of what I said years ago that you chose Scarlett and gave up your career to stay home."

"I ruined you, Alex. It's my fault." A fit of coughs seized her. "I just beg you...I beg you, for the rest of your life, choose your own path."

As soon as she finished speaking, her eyes closed and her hand went limp.

I grabbed her hand, calling out to her.

But she didn't respond. She never opened her eyes again.

Doctors rushed in. Nurses pulled me away.

All I could do was pray-that she'd open her eyes, just to stay alive.

Then a thought flashed through my mind: a heart transplant for Eleanor.