Chapter 3

I ended up donating around 17 ounces of blood. My head spun so badly I couldn't even stand.

Luke coldly stared at me. "Cut the act. Is this another trick for more money?" He flung a bank card at me, which hit my chest lightly before falling to the ground.

My eyes welled up. Even at my worst, I had never humiliated him like this. I glared daggers at him as tears slid down my cheeks.

There was a flicker of regret in his expression. Hurriedly, he snapped, "I'll deal with you after I get home!"

I looked down at the card on the floor and realized how stupid I had been to come all the way here. Luke didn't deserve my concern at all.

I wiped my tears, stepped over the card, and walked away.

After that, his assistant picked the card up and handed it back to him.

Behind me, I heard him say, "You're only doing all this to get my attention. Since you donated Cassie your blood, I'll come home for our anniversary."

Just as I stepped out of the hospital, the dizziness hit me again. Fortunately, Someone caught me before I could fall. I was about to thank the person when I heard a familiar voice say, "Wendy, what are you doing here?"

I smiled weakly. "Matt."

Then, the fever hit me hard. My body seemed to be on fire, and my vision became blurry.

…

Everything felt hazy. When I could finally see clearly, I reached up to touch my head. However, it was only to grab a fistful of fallen hair.

I stared at it in my palm as tears streamed down my face. Was I going to die? The fear of dying spread uncontrollably within my heart, as if it were going to devour me.

When Matt walked in, my face was a mess of tears, and the bed was covered with my fallen hair. He sighed and said, "Wendy, don't be stubborn. Stay in the hospital."

I held out the clumps of hair to him. "Matt, take me to a salon."

"Okay." Matt's eyes seemed to be filled with tears too.

There were many cheap salons outside the hospital, and they sold plenty of wigs too.

I picked a trendy blonde one and bought a cute hat. Then, I looked in the mirror and asked, "How do I look?"

Matt nodded in approval. "You're the prettiest."

I happily spun around.

Just then, a voice said, "Wendy?"

I turned and saw Cassidy, and instantly, my face fell.

She said, "You dyed your hair blonde? That just makes your skin look worse! You witch! No wonder Lukey dumped you.

"Who's this? Your boy toy? Oh my, he's a doctor too. Are you dressing like a patient to fake your illness again and steal Lukey away from me?"

For the past few years that I had been sick, Matt had always done his best to look after me. I would never let anyone insult him like that.

I stepped in front of him and yelled, "Watch your mouth!"

Unexpectedly, Cassidy staggered back and fell to the ground. Instantly, the color drained from her face. She weakly clutched her chest, seemingly shivering in pain.

Just then, Luke rushed out of a nearby store and hurried to help her up. "Did you tear your wound?"

With her lips pressed into a pitiful pout, Cassidy shook her head.

Luke's eyes darkened as anger filled his face. "Wendy Yaeger, why the hell did you push her? Don't you know how serious her injuries already are?"

Unable to stay silent any longer, Matt stepped in and said, "Wendy didn't push her. She fell on her own!"

"Don't blame Wendy. I shouldn't have asked her about what was going on between her and the doctor. It was me and my big mouth," Cassidy pitifully said.

Luke's expression turned even more sour as he glared daggers at me. Suddenly, he sneered and said, "You're such a bitch, Wendy. Just a few days without me, and you're already out seducing other men?

"I hate people tainting what's mine. Stay away from him, or we're done for good."

His harsh words left my ears numb and ringing.

"Yeah, let's divorce," I said.