I Loved Him Once, Now I’ll Bury Him With My HateChapter 1
Because of Doctor Nivianne Sloane and her stupid bet, my father almost died. She once bragged to her colleagues that she could clip a ruptured brain aneurysm with one hand. One hand. Of course, she failed. She said she got a bad headahe and dropped the scalpel right there in the operating room then ran out like a coward.
And my father… my poor father… he never woke up again. He’s lying there like a vegetable, his machines screaming every hour, and I can’t do anything but press the bell over and over. No one comes. No one helps.
Mark, my brother, tried to fight back for us. He sued her. He was so sure, he worked day and night because he believed justice was still alive. But in just two days, his license as a lawyer was stripped, and he was sent to prison. They said perjury, bribery, defamation. Lies. All lies. And they sentenced him to ten years like it was nothing. His name, his information, everything was leaked. And now the world spits on him even his colleagues and friends.
And behind all of this?
It was Wilbert Chambers. My husband. The man I’ve been married to for five years. The man who controls the whole city. The man who is supposed to protect me.
That day, while I was pressing the bell like a madwoman and no doctors came, Wilbert walked in. Perfect suit, perfect shoes, calm face. He handed me my phone like it was some kind of gift and said, “The police now dropped the case. Record a video. Apologize. Do it publicly. If you do, your dad gets surgery. Vegetative or dead, you choose.”
My hands shook. My whole body trembled. I couldn’t stop my tears. I looked at him and whispered, “W-why?”
Why him? Why would my own husband help Nivianne? Why betray me?
And for the second time since I’ve known him, I cried in front of Wilbert. The first time was at our wedding because of happiness... But now? Shame on him.
“Stop cyrying, Anika...”
His eyes flickered like something in him didn’t want to see me cry, like maybe for half a second he cared. He even lifted his hand, like he wanted to wipe my tears, but then he stopped. He pulled back like my pain disgusted him.