Chapter 2

In front of our relatives and friends, Dylan loudly declared, "I'll wait for you, no matter how long it takes. I will wait for you, marry you, and give you happiness."

Amidst the cheers and teasing, the two actually embraced.

Dylan was an orphan, two years younger than Scarlett. When they first met, Scarlett's family treated him like their own son. Her dad always said I was no match for Dylan and that his daughter was unlucky to marry me.

But Scarlett would always stop him from badmouthing me, then she'd reassure me, "My dad treats Dylan like a son, don't take it to heart. You're the one I love. I only see Dylan as a younger brother."

Yet, every single time something involved Dylan, Scarlett's priority was always him.

When we first got married, I also believed they had a simple brother-sister bond. But as time went on, I realized their feelings had long crossed that line. Still, I loved Scarlett, and I kept wanting to give her one last chance to salvage our marriage.

But I never would have imagined that when my life hung in the balance, Scarlett would leave me to fend for myself, even willfully taking my cornea and giving it to Dylan.

This kind of marriage? Good riddance.

I stepped back, silently leaving the hotel's celebration banquet.

I went to the hospital. Since I was Scarlett's husband, the doctors there recognized me. I had no trouble finding the ophthalmologist who performed our surgeries.

The doctor looked at me with a sigh, "I never thought you and your wife would go to such lengths for Dylan."

"You're also a marksman, and your eyes were perfectly fine. Donating your cornea to Dylan was completely unnecessary. In fact, his eyes could have recovered naturally within a year or two."

"But Dr. Scarlett insisted that Dylan needed to compete and couldn't wait that long. And since you were unconscious, and she was your wife, she had the right to sign the donation consent form on your behalf."

My hand trembled, my heart plummeted to rock bottom. I gritted my teeth, forcing the words out, "So, Scarlett signed the donation form for me while I was unconscious, donating my cornea?"

The doctor nodded, "Yes. This normally requires your personal consent, but Dr. Scarlett claimed you had a moment of lucidity, and she asked you, and you vehemently insisted on donating it yourself."

"You supposedly said your scores weren't as good as Dylan's, and you were willing to donate your cornea to him so he could achieve good results for the team."

"She was your wife, and she insisted so strongly, there was nothing we could do."

"What? Are you regretting it now?"

I couldn't utter another word.

Ha, I vehemently insisted? She took advantage of my unconscious state, spinning a web of lies to manipulate everyone, and transplanted my cornea to Dylan.

I sat on the hospital curb, my left eye throbbing faintly.

My phone rang. The special ringtone was one I had specifically set for Scarlett's calls.

"Honey, where are you? Dylan's celebration is almost over, and you're still not here."

"Remember that watch I mentioned Dylan liked last time? Make sure you buy it as a gift for him. You know, he's famous now; he needs some status symbols."

"That watch perfectly suits his style. Buy it, then come over, and on your way in, settle the bill for our room first."

Ha. I hadn't attended the celebration, and she didn't ask if I was feeling unwell. She only demanded I buy a gift and pay the bill.

That watch cost over half a million dollars. Scarlett saw it and said it should be for Dylan.

In the past, with my old temperament, I would have bought it without a second thought at Scarlett's request. But now, I wouldn't pay another cent for them.

I said coldly, "I'm busy; I can't make it. You two can pay for it yourselves."

Scarlett was momentarily stunned, then immediately exploded, "You're not coming? If you don't come, who's going to pay? Tonight's celebration, we used the best wines, and the seafood was all air-shipped today. You *have* to pay this hundred-thousand-dollar bill!"