《I Took the Blame, She Took My Life》全部章節：第 1 章 - 第 9 章

"Dustin Wright!" My wife, Gretchen Payne, scowled. Her face was dark with impatience. Her eyes held none of the joy of a long-awaited reunion, only undisguised disgust. Instead of asking me how I had been these last three years, the first thing she talked about was her assistant, Dwight Reed. "Greta, is Dustin still mad at me?" Dwight toyed with Gretchen's fingers. Half of his body was practically pressed against hers. "I'm sorry, Dustin." Tears welled up in his eyes, and his voice trembled. "I didn't do it on purpose. I merely wanted to film a short video to document the surgery, but I accidentally hit a blood vessel… "Greta hasn't slept properly for days in an effort to protect me. Since you love her so much, surely you wouldn't have the heart to put her in a tight spot, would you?"He wanted to film a short video in the operating room? He had absolutely no regard for human life!I looked at my right hand, which was trembling slightly. Three years ago, I was the youngest ge

The door of the emergency room swung open. Gretchen stormed in with a hardened expression. "Dustin Wright, you disgust me. I can't believe you'd stoop so low just to extort more money from me!"I parted my lips, but I couldn't find my voice."Cancel the transfer," she ordered coldly. "Hold his hand down and force him to sign the confession!"Dwight rushed forward, forcibly pried open my hand, and pressed my thumb onto the document. "That's enough. Throw him out!" Gretchen pulled out a wet wipe and wiped her hands in disgust. "Don't dirty the hospital floor."I was tossed out of the hospital entrance like a piece of trash. Without the 500 thousand dollars, my only option was to work at an illegal construction site. I spent two whole days hauling bags of cement. Yet, when it came time to collect my pay, the foreman kicked me out the door. "Get lost! You're practically on your deathbed, and you still expect to get paid? Don't dirty our site!"I fell into a mud pit, and I was too

Gretchen's phone slipped from her hand and hit the floor of the car with a dull thud. Her legs gave out, and she tumbled out of her car.She dropped to her knees beside the muddy tire tracks. With trembling hands, she desperately tried to gather up the ashes on the ground that she had crushed beneath her own wheels. Her fingernails split, blood mingling with the muddy water and ashes. A bloodcurdling scream tore from her throat, piercing through the night air. Pasted on the shattered urn was a black-and-white photograph where my face could still be vaguely made out. Ignoring her hands, which were now bleeding profusely from being pricked by the debris, she rummaged through the garbage can in search of the stack of medical records and the death certificate she had discarded."No… That's impossible…" With trembling hands, she unfolded the crumpled death certificate. The diagnosis of "multiple organ failure" printed on it was like a dull blade, slowly sawing through every last shred

Dwight's outburst echoed through the hospital room like a sharp spike, brutally tearing away the last shred of Gretchen's dignity. "Shut your trap!" Her eyes dilated instantly, and her hand, which was clutching the knife, trembled uncontrollably. "You're lying! I love him! Why would I ever be jealous of him?"His features contorted, yet he cackled. "You love him? If you loved him, why would you make him take the fall for me? If you loved him, why would you abandon him time and again to go on dates with me? "You knew damn well he was being beaten to a pulp in the prison every single day, living a life worse than death, but what did you do? Absolutely nothing! He was sentenced to three years, yet you didn't even visit him once, did you? You threw every single letter he wrote to you in the trash!" Gretchen blanched, shaking her head frantically. "No, I didn't. I didn't know… It was all your doing. It was all you!"Dwight wheezed. "I did it, but you allowed it, didn't you? Ms. Payn

Meanwhile, Dwight's fate was even worse than Gretchen's in the intensive care unit of the prison's affiliated hospital. Quadriplegia robbed him of all control over his body. He was incontinent, and foul-smelling bedsores covered his entire body. As his bank accounts had been frozen, he couldn't afford a good caregiver. The person assigned to look after him was a burly, hot-tempered man. "Damn it, you shat yourself again! Why don't you just drop dead, you useless piece of shit?" The caregiver slapped Dwight across the face, knocking out one of his teeth. Tears streamed down Dwight's face from the pain, yet he didn't even have the strength to turn his head. All he could do was watch helplessly as the caregiver roughly wiped his ulcerated skin with a coarse towel. Every single touch felt like the slow agony of a thousand cuts. He wanted to die, yet he didn't even possess the strength to bite his own tongue. All he could do was lie there in endless agony, fully conscious as his bod