Chapter 3

When Isabella called me, my phone once again popped up with a payment notification for tens of thousands of dollars.

From my release until now, adding up all the big and small expenses, it must have been several hundred thousand dollars, all with the memo "Hawaii xxx".

This credit card was Isabella's own, but to make it easier to pay, I had also linked it to my phone.

However, I'm about to be gone, so to remind her, I called her again.

"Isabella, you've spent so much money, are you feeling better?"

I could hear the tour guide's voice through the phone.

"What, are you feeling the pinch?" she said impatiently, "This is all necessary for client relations. And Jack, let me remind you, I allowed you to link my credit card only for the obligation of paying the bills, who gave you the right to monitor my account!"

I was about to explain when the nurse's voice came through, "Bed No. 3, time for blood draw."

"You're in the hospital? What trick are you playing now?" Isabella's words made me laugh.

Even the old doctor helping me with my illness knew to show some concern, but my own wife's first reaction was that I was putting on an act.

"I'm really sick, feeling unwell, came for a check-up. Isabella, about the divorce I mentioned last time."

Isabella flew into a rage: "Haven't you had enough, Jack? That's quite enough, I'm busy as hell here, I don't have time to deal with your childish temper."

Busy being intimate with Liam? Or busy flirting with him?

If the three of us stood together, they might look more like a couple, and I might not even compare to a stranger.

I sighed, why is getting a divorce so troublesome?

I was about to hang up when Liam's voice came through from the other end: "Jack, Isabella hasn't slept well for days worrying about you. I'm accompanying her to meet clients, she's been absent-minded all day. Isabella, I couldn't bear to hear him speak like that, so I said a few words. You won't blame me, will you?"

"You're doing it for his own good. It's good to have you by my side these past few days."

I didn't hear what was said after that, I just hung up the phone.

A wave of dizziness came over me, and I struggled to endure the pain as I posted their intimate photos on Twitter, with the caption "Wishing you both happiness."

Less than a minute after the message was posted, a news alert popped up about Golden City Group unilaterally terminating their legal contract with Isabella.

Immediately after, the phone rang, and cursing came through from Isabella's end.

"Jack, are you determined to ruin me? You're so disgusting, why don't you just die!"

Hearing such venomous words, I was momentarily stunned, feeling as if the memories of the past had shattered like a mirror dropped on the ground, never to be whole again.

Then, I heard someone calling for a doctor, along with Isabella's impatient voice: "Jack, haven't you had enough of this act? If you were even half as good as Liam, I would have less to worry about."

When I opened my eyes again, I was lying on the hospital bed with a respirator on, and the throbbing in my head had subsided a bit.

I felt there might still be hope, but the old doctor's subsequent words made my mood plummet.