Ding!
A message alert sounded.
[Please go to the hospital to donate blood as soon as possible.]
When Nicole saw this message, she was stunned for a moment like she had sustained a huge blow to her chest.
The sender's name was "Hubby”.
Ding!
Another message immediately followed. It was a notice from the bank that she had received a fund transfer of 500,000 dollars.
Nicole scrolled up to look at her message history with her husband.
[Remember to go to the hospital.]
[Fund Transfer: $500,000]
[Remember to come to the hospital to donate blood.]
[Fund Transfer: $500,000]
[Please come to the hospital right away.]
[Fund Transfer: $500,000]
In their three years of marriage, the only time Nicole's husband, Eric Ferguson, initiated contact with her was to ask her to go to the hospital to donate blood. To be exact, to sell blood. Nicole's blood was sold to... Wendy Quade.
Eric also treated Nicole as a stranger throughout their marriage.
This month alone, Nicole had already given blood three times, which was more than her body could tolerate.
Nicole sat on the sofa as her eyes unconsciously became sore and started to blur. Yesterday while she was waiting for Eric to get off work, she stood in the rain for more than an hour, so she was feeling unwell and dizzy today and did not go into the office. Eric probably did not know that she had a fever either.
She coughed and held her phone, hesitating whether t o reply. Suddenly, an unfamiliar number sent her a message that crushed her last ounce of perseverance and self-respect.
[Even if you are Mrs. Ferguson, you're just a front and shamelessly occupy this position for three years. Has Eric ever looked at you once before? He slept over at m y place last night. If I were you, I'd find a rope to hang myself. You're just an interfering homewrecker!]
'A homewrecker?'
Nicole suddenly felt suffocated, depressed, and shaken. Nicole was Eric Ferguson's legal wife. She gave up her family and friends to marry this man for three years, yet she was labeled a despicable homewrecker?
Once again, her chest felt like it was crushed. All those accumulated feelings for Eric throughout her humble days as his wife suddenly shattered into pieces.
Following that message, a photo was sent to her phone. It was Eric's calm sleeping face. His handsome sculpted features were like an intricate art piece that made her so attracted to him, like a moth to a flame. This picture was an attestation to the message earlier.
The woman nestled on Eric's shoulder was none other than Wendy Quade. Although both of them have their eyes closed, the curled-up corners of Wendy's lips showed her wakefulness at that moment.
They looked like a pair of intimate lovers.
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