The Marriage She Turned into War novel Chapter 138

Although the nurse was concerned about my condition, she had no authority to intervene. All she could do was respect my decision and quickly complete the discharge procedures.

Back at my rented place, I decided to take a shower. After lying in that hospital bed for so long, I felt like the stench of antiseptic had seeped into my very skin.

Stepping into the bathroom, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. The sight of my gaunt, skeletal figure startled me to my core.

How did I end up looking so utterly unrecognizable like this?

No wonder the nurse had been so visibly startled earlier. She had to have been worried that I might collapse before even finishing the discharge process.

Staring at the pale, haggard figure in the mirror, I sighed heavily, feeling an overwhelming wave of despair.

Abigail wasn't wrong. I really did look like the walking dead. It's no surprise she didn't want me and kept me around just to torment me.

After all, compared to Joshua, vibrant and magnetic as he was, I stood no chance.

After freshening up and trying to regain some composure, I waited until a little past seven in the evening before rushing out to hail a cab.

Throughout the ride, my heart pounded relentlessly, each beat echoing in my chest, and my breathing grew shallow and erratic.

I was terrified that if I arrived late and angered Abigail, she'd refuse to help find a doctor for Lana.

Standing outside the brightly lit villa, I hesitated, dread creeping up my spine. I couldn't shake the fear that Abigail might not be alone.

If Joshua was there, he'd undoubtedly try every trick to stop her from helping me.

I lingered at the entrance for what felt like ages until Martha opened the door, breaking my train of anxious thoughts.