Oncology Department of the hospital.
I lay quietly on the hospital bed, my friend Nova Ramirez had her hands in her pockets, looking very disappointed.
"While your husband is having romantic confessions with another woman at sea, you, Amelia Martinez, fainted in the street and were sent to the hospital by passersby."
She took out her phone and showed me the top trending news.
At a cruise dinner, a woman looked surprised at the drone confession ceremony in the sky, while a man in a black suit leaned gently against the railing, looking at her tenderly.
A series of comments followed below.
[Henry is so rich! They are such a perfect match!]
[So romantic, I heard this kind of drone show costs at least a hundred thousand dollars. I wish I could have such a boyfriend!]
[I heard this is the first time the president of the Phillips Group has publicly revealed his relationship, look at that big diamond ring! He truly loves her!]
I pursed my lips, feeling no emotional fluctuation in my heart.
Seeing my reaction, Nova didn't say anything more, just sighed and went back to her computer to work on her case.
"We gave you morphine sustained-release tablets, which can relieve pain in the short term. But you have developed resistance to pyrotinib, so we need to switch to a new treatment plan."
The faint pain in my bones made me feel cold all over. I rubbed my arms and sat up from the bed. "Is there any medicine that can cure it?"
Nova rolled her eyes at me; she couldn't stand me talking like this.
She typed on the keyboard and said irritably, "Currently, Cascade College and a foreign laboratory have a joint study on a new targeted drug for the treatment of advanced bone cancer. You can try it, it should be effective."
"But I have no money," I said flatly.
Nova cursed under her breath, "Damn man."
She got up and handed me the prescription, gritting her teeth. "Henry Phillips should be cursed!"
I said softly, "He doesn't know I'm sick."
Nova made a hush gesture. "Don't make excuses for him. Isn't it because you dumped him at the graduation ceremony and went abroad? It was a mutual decision. Since he married you now, it means he doesn't hold a grudge. As the president of such a big company, he doesn't even give you, his wife, any money. So unreasonable!"
I smiled bitterly.
No grudge?
Henry married me not because he didn't mind, but simply to take revenge.
On our wedding night, he left home, and although he didn't say where he went, the clear lipstick mark on his neck when he came back drunk the next day explained everything.
Maybe because I didn't react, he became even more excessive later. Almost every night, he brought different women in front of me.
I would be lying if I said it didn't hurt.
Henry was very open about sex, and every time I heard those ambiguous, blush-inducing sounds coming from the room, I couldn't help but feel nauseous.
Once, I couldn't hold back and rushed in.
I thought Henry would restrain himself a bit, but unexpectedly, he directly picked up the woman from the bed and had sex with her in front of me. I broke down instantly, smashing everything on the table.
But he just sneered.
In his words, I deserved this for betraying all his true feelings.
I laughed at myself. "Maybe I deserve it."
Nova frowned with concern. "What nonsense are you talking about! Just focus on your treatment, there will be a time when Henry regrets it."
"I'll make an appointment with the professor at Cascade College for you. I'll cover the medical expenses for now, but I don't know how much the subsequent treatment will cost, so you better be prepared."
I felt very grateful and was about to thank her when Nova interrupted me.
"Don't be polite with me; just take care of yourself, and don't make me keep handling your emergencies."
I smiled and nodded. Nova had been spending money and effort on my illness, I couldn't keep dragging her down.
Leaving the hospital, on the way home, I received a call from the dessert shop staff.
"Mrs. Phillips, the birthday cake you ordered is ready. Should we deliver it now?"
"No need. Please dispose of it, thank you." No one would eat it if it was delivered home anyway.
"Are you sure you don't need it?"
I said flatly, "Yes."
Right now, I need nothing but money to save my life.
Back at the villa, I happened to run into Henry's assistant, Ryan Martin.
He was holding a men's clothing bag, and when he saw me, he was obviously stunned, then quickly greeted me, "Mrs. Phillips, you're back."
I nodded coldly, not wanting to talk to him.
Ryan glanced at me and hesitated. "Mrs. Phillips, you don't look well lately. Should I tell Mr. Phillips?"
I looked at him in surprise.
When did Henry ever care about my well-being?
But on a whim, I still asked, "Today is my birthday, when will Henry come back?"
Ryan's eyes flickered with panic for a moment, then returned to normal. "Mr. Phillips has an international meeting. He asked me to come back and get some clothes. He probably won't be back tonight..."
Before he finished, I turned and went upstairs.
At the bedroom door, there was a beautifully wrapped gift box with a card that read: [To Amelia, the best friend in the world, may you have no worries and all your wishes come true. Happiness can cure all diseases!]
Signed: [Nova.]
I felt much better and opened it to find a very delicate scented candle.
In the bedroom, I lit the candle, made a wish, and then blew it out.
As the warm, fragrant gray-white smoke rose slowly, my phone dinged.
It was a transfer notification from Henry's personal account, although it was usually managed by Ryan.
The note was simple: [Happy Birthday.]
It was obviously sent by Ryan to make up for it.
I laughed at myself, not expecting my wish would come true in such a short time.
After receiving the money, I then messaged Nova, asking her to help me make an appointment with the doctor who was researching the targeted drug.
Soon, I received her reply.
[Tomorrow at 11:30 AM, The Leafview Lake Dining, Dr. Brian Scott.]