Shawn glanced nervously at the ward and was relieved to see Greyson wasn't inside.
"You scared me for a moment. I thought something had happened to Greyson. Yeah, at this time, he should be at kindergarten.
"But what's wrong with Mom? Blood pressure acting up again?" he inquired, receiving no response from me.
Just then, Jennifer emerged from the consultation room, holding her shoulder, looking even more frail.
"Not a big issue, just some stomach ulcers. The doctor recommended a few days of injections to prevent inflammation and potential cancer," she explained.
Shawn looked concerned, saying, "It's not convenient for you to keep running back and forth. Why not just stay in the hospital for a few days?"
Jennifer hesitated before saying, "That's what I was thinking, but there's only one bed left, and Sandra..."
Shawn nodded reassuringly at her, then called out to me.
"Sandra, why don't you take Mom to our place to stay? It would be convenient for care, and we can give the bed to Jennifer since she's alone at home with no one to look after her."
I was beyond angry at this point and replied nonchalantly, "Why don't you just go to her place yourself?"
Shawn's expression turned slightly displeased.
"Sandra, what are you saying?
"Jennifer isn't feeling well. The doctors say she's at risk of stomach cancer. Don't be so selfish, alright?"
In the past, I always considered his needs first. It seemed like the right thing to do.
But now, refusing to yield my ground became selfishness.
"And what about you? Sacrificing your wife for another woman, is that not selfish?" I shot back unapologetically.
Jennifer, sensing the growing discomfort from the onlookers' gaze, said with a touch of annoyance, "Let it go. Sandra is possessive. Every little conversation between you and me sets her off. Let's not push her further."
I couldn't resist a sardonic smile. "You've been monopolizing someone else's husband for over two months, playing the harlot and now pretending to be virtuous. Is your shamelessness really that thick?"
Without warning, Shawn's palm met my cheek with a loud smack.
"What are you shouting about? Aren't you embarrassed?"
My ears were ringing.
The pain in my chest, coupled with the sting of his slap, sent spasms through my body.
I tried to retaliate with all my might, but he grabbed my wrist and flung it aside, his grip firm.