Ruin Me, Ruin Himself
On the day of the wedding, Galen Shaw forces me to crack walnuts with my bare hands for his so-called female buddy.
My expression goes cold, and I refuse outright. "My hands are for holding a scalpel, not cracking walnuts for her!"
He only chuckles and orders someone to hold me down. Then, he glues the walnuts to my palms himself. One by one, he slams them against the ground. "You cheated while studying medicine. Now that you've married me, forget about ever being a doctor again!"
I grit my teeth through the pain. My fingers are aching, but I try to explain. "I went abroad to study medicine for you!"
His so-called female buddy sneers in a shrill voice. "All that talk about the Shaw family's hereditary disease is nonsense! Galen has been perfectly healthy for over 20 years. Don't tell me you just want another excuse to cozy up with your precious senior?"
The moment those words leave her lips, the faint thought of having someone bandage my hand disappears. A shadow crosses Galen's face. "Looks like you haven't learned your lesson!"
He throws me into the basement and locks me there for three days. By the time I crawl out, my hands are completely ruined.
Later, when Galen's hereditary disease finally surfaces, the doctor tries to comfort him. "This disease may be terminal, but there is still a way. Dr. Robinson has just returned from overseas. She's the only one in the world who can perform this surgery.
"I hear that she's your wife."