Chapter 4

That day, I had just finished a night shift, and the boss organized everyone to take a group photo, so the workers all gathered together.

When the photo was being taken, my chest suddenly felt tight, and Julian immediately reached out to support me, his body moving with mine just as the shutter was pressed.

The developed photo was blurry.

My eyes and face were clear, while half of Julian’s body was blurred into a mass, making him look like he had melted into the dim background.

I held the photo and my eyes turned red.

Julian quickly smoothed out the photo and comforted me in a low voice.

“It’s okay, it doesn’t matter if I’m a little blurry, as long as you’re clear.”

I stared steadily at the man and woman in the lens.

At this moment, Julian was gentle and dazzling, his figure tall and upright, his whole person bright and alive.

His wife stood beside him openly and rightfully, warm and confident.

I suddenly figured it out, but why should it be like this?

Suddenly, a tearing pain surged through my chest, and the familiar suffocating feeling made my vision go dark.

The laughter and voices around me became very distant.

I forced myself to steady the camera, but my hands kept going weak.

“Clang!”

The heavy camera slipped straight out of my hands and smashed onto the floor.

Through my shaking vision, I saw a flash of panic cross Julian’s face.

He stood still and turned to Chloe, saying, “Don’t let her affect your mood, go shoot the next set first.”

My coworkers cried out in alarm and crowded around me, and then my vision went black, and I could not feel anything anymore.

When I woke up, I was already lying in a hospital bed, my whole body weak.

The doctor told me with a grave expression: “Your heart has already gone into severe failure, so we can only arrange surgery as soon as possible, and then there will barely be a chance of survival, but if we delay any longer, the consequences will be unimaginable.”

I stared blankly at the ceiling, and before I could respond, the door to the ward was suddenly shoved open.

Chloe rushed in, arrogant and domineering, with two bodyguards following behind her.

She looked down at me from above: “Do you know he’s a married man, yet you still keep clinging to him?”

The bodyguards immediately stepped forward and forced the doctor out of the ward without a word.

Chloe held her phone up in front of me, and on the screen were my chat records with Julian, the whole screen filled with messages I had sent while he had not replied even once.

She sneered: “You message someone else’s husband every day and harass him, so how can you be so shameless about being the other woman?”

My chest felt tight, and a dull twisting pain came from my heart as I defended myself softly.

“He and I have nothing to do with each other anymore.”

Chloe did not believe me at all and only thought I was pretending to make excuses, her gaze growing even more contemptuous.

I had no energy to argue with her about this now and only wanted to live properly.

I reached out to get the medicine on the bedside table.

But Chloe raised her hand and swept it away, knocking the pill box straight to the floor and scattering pills everywhere.

She folded her arms, her tone cold and mean: “Stop lying there pretending to be fragile, get up and exercise more, and then you’ll have the strength to seduce more men.”

The pain in my chest surged up, so I could only endure the discomfort, slowly move off the bed, and pick up the scattered pills one by one.

Just then, the door to the ward was pushed open, and Julian walked in.

Chloe instantly put on an aggrieved expression, her eyes reddening as she spoke softly.

“I already told her not to pester you, but she refuses to stop.”

Julian glanced over me, and there was not the slightest guilt in his eyes.

He only drew his brows together and spoke to Chloe.

“I won’t let her have any chance to contact me again, so don’t get angry over someone like this, let’s go.”

I leaned against the bed, my body feeling like a piece had been hollowed out.

My phone rang, and my boss’s name jumped on the screen.

My hands trembled as I answered, and furious scolding came from the other end.

“What is wrong with you? You offended a major client, and now they’ve canceled their long-term cooperation with us, causing huge losses, so all the losses will be counted against you!”

As I listened to the accusations by my ear, I knew they had done it.

After a long time, I answered hoarsely: “I’ll pay.”

After hanging up, I transferred to my boss all the savings I had built up over eight years, the money I had planned to use for treatment and a home.

Not long after, the doctor walked in, saw me slumped on the floor, and quickly came forward to help me up.

“Have you thought clearly about the surgery? The earlier we operate, the higher the chance of success.”

I leaned against the headboard and shook my head.

“There’s no need to arrange the surgery.”

I would get through one day at a time, and that was all.