Chapter 3

I was disappointed too many times. My disappointment snowballed into despair.

However, what I regretted the most was marrying her without a care just because she treated me well back then.

My mother felt bad that I was the only one contributing to the marriage, so she took out her savings to help Maeve to repay her debt.

She thought that it would help us live a good life. However, that did not come true.

After the meal, the nurse suddenly approached me and said that my card no longer had money in it.

My mind went blank.

I had used up all my savings for my mother’s illness. The eighty thousand dollars in my card was money that I borrowed from friends with much difficulty. I was planning to use it as a deposit for the surgery.

I quickly called Maeve, yet she hung up on me. I called her ten times, but she declined my call.

Just as I was about to call the police, she sent me a text.

[I’ve transferred the money out of the card. Ethan’s depression is getting more serious. I’ve booked an appointment for him with the psychiatrist.]

I quickly hopped into a cab and went to the best psychiatrist clinic in the city.

In the past, whenever Ethan had a depressive episode, Maeve would take him for treatment there.

The fee was ridiculously high. It cost eighty thousand dollars for a two-hour session. She paid every single time.

When I entered the clinic, Maeve was waiting at the entrance. When she saw me, she quickly ran over.

“Why are you here? Don’t make a fuss! He’s in a session now. We can’t interrupt.”

She lowered her voice and dragged me out.

I gritted my teeth and pushed her away.

“I borrowed that eighty thousand dollars from my friends. It’s for my mother’s surgery!

“Maeve, how could you take it all away?!” I shouted at her.

There were murmurs in the quiet hallway.

Maeve frowned as her expression fell.

“I told you that Ethan cut his wrist. If I didn’t reach on time, he could’ve died! His condition will only worsen if I don’t get him to a psychiatrist!”

“Then, why don’t you use your lottery money? Maeve, you won two and a half million dollars!”

I was furious. My voice shook.

“You have two and a half million dollars with you! You could use just a small portion of that money for him!

“Why did you touch the eighty thousand dollars that I tried so hard to get? It’s money to save my mother’s life!’

People stared at us. Maeve gulped.

She stubbornly said in a quivering voice, “I set aside the two and a half million dollars for his studies. I can’t use it!”

I was stunned, then I laughed.

She sighed.

“I told you that the reason why Ethan and I divorced was that we’re not compatible. It’s only when I married you that I found out he was severely depressed.

“The divorce made his depression worse. It went from functional to severe.

“I owe him at least this much!”

I bit my lower lip in frustration.

“Maeve, you can pay back whatever you owe him. But why do you want my mother to die?”

Maeve’s face immediately darkened.

“What do you mean? I treat your mother as my own. Why would I want her to die?

“I’ve asked my friend about your mother’s surgery. She’ll be fine if she undergoes that surgery next year.

“If Ethan’s fine, he’ll immediately go overseas to study. Then, I’ll be at ease. From then on, we can focus on earning and saving money for your mother’s surgery.”

I shook my head.

“I don’t believe you!

“Give me my money back now!”

As I said that, the clinic room door suddenly opened.

Through the gap, Ethan sobbed.

Maeve was immediately flustered and wanted to rush in.

I grabbed her hand.

“Give me back my money!”

She grimaced and pushed me aside.

“Go back for now! Once I calm Ethan down, I’ll call you.”

The door shut before me.

I could hear Maeve’s gentle voice as she comforted Ethan.

I was upset. Just as I was about to bang on the door, I thought of our house.

We bought that together when we got married. It was not big, but it should be able to sell for a few hundred thousand dollars.

I did not have time to think and quickly contacted my friend, David Harold. I told him that I wanted to sell the house.

However, on the way to the real estate office, David called me.