I didn't have the strength to make a sound, but when he heard the noise from my end, he knew something was wrong with me.
He came as fast as he could and took me to the hospital.
I went through a series of tests. The test results were not what I expected. It was a perforated stomach!
The doctor frowned and asked Ethan why he didn't send me here earlier?
If this situation had been delayed by half an hour, my life would have been in danger!
Ethan was busy paying bills and getting medicine and had no time to deal with the doctor.
Only after he pushed me into the ward did he answer the doctor's question and asked me, "Where's your wife? Where is she when you're so sick? Fortunately, my sleep quality is poor, or the consequences are unimaginable!"
I weakly took out my phone.
I wanted to see if my wife, Megan, had sent me any message.
Unfortunately, no. But there were a few posts she just posted on Ins.
[Today's bars are full of young people. I'm so happy.]
[Women should be nicer to themselves and enjoy themselves when they can!]
There was a picture of a man hugging her.
I was heartbroken.
Megan knew that I hated her having physical contact with other men the most. Not only was she hugged by someone, but she did it openly!
Ethan naturally saw Megan's Ins. He was stunned for a moment, and then reminded me meaningfully, "I should not say this, but in this situation, I advise you to divorce."
Ethan stayed with me until four in the morning. He was a lawyer and had to go to another city for a court session at dawn.
He left, but I couldn't be without someone to accompany me.
I had no choice but to contact Megan, hoping that she would have some conscience and come to accompany me.
The phone rang for a long time before it was answered. Just as I was about to speak, a man's voice sounded.
"You are annoying. I just went to sleep."
Megan's phone was answered by a man, and the man said he had just gone to bed!
My stomach was much better, but I still had the urge to vomit blood!
Didn't this mean that my wife was sleeping with him?
Fortunately, before I could say anything, there was a rustling sound, as if the phone had been snatched away.
Megan started to complain, "What's going on? I'm having my second round of drinking!"
I breathed a sigh of relief when I heard this.
It turned out that I was overthinking it. They were still in the bar. And my phone call just now woke up the man's sweet dream.