At the fire scene, I was being surrounded by flames, and my wife, Janet Scott, rushed into the fire without a second thought, but she only saved her assistant, Harry Johnson.
Janet saved Harry, but I was left to be consumed by the fire.
I had suffered extensive burns that nearly killed me, and Janet was indifferent to me, but she took care of Harry meticulously.
I finally gave up and took out the divorce agreement.
Janet cried and begged me to come back, thinking I was still buying it.
However, she didn't realize that I had truly let it go this time.
That was right. I let it go, but I would never let her go!
1
As I was being scorched by the fire, I felt as if every inch of my body was about to be roasted.
I was about to burn to death, wasn't I?
When I saw Harry hiding in the corner and looking at me smugly, he had a bucket of water from the water dispenser dumped on him, so he was soaked through, and he was standing in the safest position.
It was already at this point, and he even wanted to make a bet with me. "Ian, how about we make a bet? We'll bet on who Ms. Scott will save first when she comes later.
"I guess Ms. Scott will save me first!"
I was in no mood to pay any attention to him as my body was on fire, and I couldn't move with a heavy weight on top of me.
The agony of being burned in flames made me feel desperate.
I gradually lost consciousness. As my consciousness faded, I suddenly heard the sound of hurried footsteps coming from outside the door.
Immediately afterward, I heard Janet's anxious voice. "Don't be afraid. I'm coming to save you!"
I looked up weakly. I felt instantly moved as I watched Janet rush in through the flames, and I wanted to remind her not to come over.
I would rather be burned to death than involve Janet.
I was so touched by her desire to save me that I even had no regrets about dying.
However, I was surprised to see Janet simply ignoring me and rushing to where Harry was, and Janet dragged Harry out of the fire with no intention of saving me.
I felt frustrated instantly.
I could obviously see the smug look in Harry's eyes as he looked at me when he was rescued by Janet.
It was nothing less than killing me!
Why didn't Janet save me first when I was in a more visible and dangerous position?
Janet could clearly only see Harry, and he was the one who started the fire.
Not only was I consumed by the fire, I was engulfed by despair. I had been so wretched that I had given up trying to struggle.
The memory of the trivial things that happened when I was with Janet flashed through my mind. We met in college, and I fell in love with Janet at first sight and was so loyal that I treated her better than I treated myself.
I felt mentally exhausted this time, and I was in despair.
Just let the fire burn me to death!
I closed my eyes and waited for death to come.
By the time I was awake again, the smell of disinfectant filled my nostrils.
I struggled to open my eyes and saw Janet sitting on the edge of the bed.
Seeing that I was awake, Janet held my hand in excitement and acted like she cared about me. "Honey, you're finally awake. I was so afraid I would lose you!"
"Get your hands off me!"
When I thought about Janet completely ignoring me at the fire scene and rushing over to save Harry, but she was now pretending to be worried about me, I felt extremely disgusted.
Despite Janet's obstruction, I got up and walked over to the bathroom mirror to take a look.
Fortunately, my face was just slightly bruised, not disfigured by the burns.
However, there were severe and ugly scars from my neck to my chest and even my back, and I felt a vague pain in my body, but I had finally survived the catastrophe and regained a new life.
At that moment, the doctor came over and told me, "Ian, it's a good thing you're awake. You're out of danger now, and you can be transferred to a regular ward in a couple days, but the burns on your body are so severe that these scars may have to stay on your body forever. If you had been resuscitated in time, you probably wouldn't have been hurt so badly."
As the doctor said this, I noticed that Janet lowered her head in shame.
After the doctor left, Janet peeled me a pear and handed it to me flatteringly.
Janet had never been so gentle and submissive in front of me.
Maybe Janet was being considerate and gentle with me out of guilt, but I didn't need it anymore.
From the moment Janet saved Harry and ignored me, I had completely given up on her.
I looked at Janet with hatred and said coldly, "Janet, let's get a divorce!"
Janet was stunned, looking incredulous. "Divorce? Why do you want a divorce all of a sudden? Was it because I didn't save you? I didn't even see you at that time, so I didn't know you were at the fire."
I sneered, "Don't you think what you're saying is ridiculous? I fainted in the doorway of my office, being crushed by a bookcase. At that time, you could see me at a glance as you passed me, but you said you didn't even know I was in there, right?
"If the firemen hadn't arrived in time and rescued me, maybe I would have died in there, but in your eyes, whether I was alive or dead, you could put me off with just one sentence, couldn't you?"
2
"Honey, let me explain, I really..."
Janet was still trying to argue, but she was directly interrupted by me impatiently, "Janet, I will ask my attorney to contact you to talk about the division of property in the divorce. If you have any questions, you can tell my attorney."
"Ian, do you have to do this?"
Janet looked a bit angry.
My attitude was resolute without any room for negotiation.
At that moment, Harry, who was waiting to wear a hospital gown, walked in, and he asked me with feigned concern, "What do you think? Ian, are you okay? Luckily, Janet saved me in time, so I'm basically fine. By the way, Janet has been so busy taking care of me these past few days that she neglected you, and I do feel a bit ashamed."
He looked smug, his eyes filled with provocation.
I couldn't help but laugh helplessly. It turned out that Janet had been taking care of Harry for the past few days while I was in a coma.
What made it even more ridiculous was that Harry's injuries were nothing compared to the wounds I had suffered, but Janet was taking care of him attentively.
I had given up on Janet completely, I had let it go, but I was never going to let her go!
I would never spare the pair of cheaters.
I stared at Harry, my face grim. "Harry, you're guilty of willful arson. Do you think you can get away with it?"
Harry's face turned pale with fear, but he quickly regained his composure as he pretended to be calm. "Ian, what do you mean? No one wants an accident like that. Just because Janet saved me and took care of me, you were jealous of me and wanted to force this charge on me, right?"
Janet chimed in quickly, "Ian, are you insane? Who are you to say that Harry intentionally set the fire? He was trapped in the fire with you, so would he joke with his own life? Besides, look, it was Harry who saved you. Do you think you'd still be alive if Harry hadn't told the firemen you were in there?"
"So he became my savior, right?"
I sneer, "Why don't you ask yourself if you truly didn't see me then? Now I'm burned like this, but nothing happened to him. Is there no problem with this? Don't take me for an idiot!"
"Ian, I think you have persecution mania..."
Janet retorted me angrily.
I didn't bother talking to her much longer. "Janet, get out. I won't let you guys go, and I won't let you succeed in your plot. We'll just wait and see!"
"Ian, you really have to go so far, don't you? You always suspected that Harry and I were having an illicit relationship and that he and I were teaming up against you, didn't you? That's enough. How dare you think so badly of me?"
With that, Janet and Harry kissed each other affectionately in front of me. Then, Janet told me indignantly, "You forced me to do this. As you wished, I will fall in love with Harry!"
"Ian, thank you for giving me such a beautiful wife. Janet is still so charming after all these years!"
Harry smiled smugly and touched Janet's face a few times.
"Get away. Don't disgust me here!"
I really didn't want to see this pair of cheaters show their affection anymore, and I just wanted to kill them to avenge my own shame!
3
As soon as they left, I didn't delay a moment and immediately called my attorney to start drafting the divorce papers.
Once it was done, I had my secretary bring it to Janet.
However, I waited a few days without seeing Janet reply to any of my messages, and I wondered if she was trying to give me the cold shoulder.
I opened my phone and checked my Instagram, which I hadn't turned it on in a long time, and I found that Janet was posting intimate photos of Harry and her.
The two of them had gone out on a trip during the time I was hospitalized, and they had gone to see the aurora australis together.
This was something Janet had promised me two years ago, but she kept delaying it, saying that she was too busy with the company.
Unexpectedly, Janet now went there with Harry.
Why wasn't Janet busy at her work now?
I felt desperate and had no more attachment to Janet. When I returned to the office, I was told that I had been removed as the deputy general manager.
"Janet, you're awesome. Did you let Harry replace me so soon?"
I sneered in my mind, and I didn't have to think about it to know that the person replacing me was Harry.
"Mr. Edwards, you can't go in there!"
I was stopped by my secretary as I was about to enter my office. "Mr. Johnson specifically told me no one is allowed inside, especially you. He said you don't have any position right now, so you're not eligible to enter the office area for senior managers!"
Mr. Johnson?
Sure enough!
"You can do your job. If anything happens, I can take responsibility myself!"
I ignored the secretary and went in, but of course the secretary didn't dare to stop me.
When I entered my office, I realized that it had been redecorated, and Harry's name was written on the deputy general manager sign on the desk. Everything that was familiar became unfamiliar.
I called Janet in exasperation.
When the call connected, Janet's impatient voice came through. "What's the matter? Is something wrong?"
I asked her in anger, "How dare you remove me from my position at will? Who gave you the right to put Harry in my place? Don't forget that I have a stake in the company in my hands!"
On the other side of the line came Janet's disdainful voice. "Don't forget who has the right to speak now. Don't blame me for being ruthless, and this is what you get for turning your back on me!"
Sure enough, women are the most ruthless.
But Janet was overjoyed. How could I have been so unprepared?