After word spread about my divorce from Grace, I became the ungrateful modern-day villain who abandoned his savior. The nurse changing my IV clearly jabbed the needle into my vein with extra force.

"Ouch." I winced in pain.

She rolled her eyes, muttering under her breath, "Serves you right, you ungrateful bastard."

Her voice was just loud enough for me to hear. I did not bother responding, but I filed a complaint against her.

Afterward, Grace's senior colleague, Dr. Michael Anderson, came to visit.

"Derek, people should know how to repay kindness." He patted my shoulder earnestly.

"Grace gave up her opportunity to attend an international academic conference abroad for your surgery. You can't be foolish and break her heart."

I listened with no expression. "That was her choice. What does it have to do with me?"

Dr. Anderson was left speechless and walked away while shaking his head.

Mom entered carrying chicken noodle soup, slamming it down on the bedside table with a loud thud.

"Now, the entire hospital knows that Derek Hudson is a bastard who wants to divorce his wife right after she saved his life! You've completely humiliated me! Derek, what on earth are you thinking?" She finally could not hold back anymore.

"Has Grace ever wronged you? How can you treat her like this? You've been married for over ten years. You said you wanted to be childfree, and she went along with it. No matter how much I tried to convince her otherwise, she always said you came first. But what about you?

"Tell me honestly, do you have someone else?"

My tone was mocking. "Mom, you're smart. Why don't you guess?"

"Are you serious?" Mom laughed in disbelief. "Don't tell me there's not only another woman but a child too?"

Just then, there was a knock on the door. Grace entered with Ryan for rounds, interrupting our argument. She maintained a completely professional demeanor, as if nothing had happened yesterday.

"Recovery looks good." After checking my pupils' response with a flashlight, she concluded in a gentle tone.

Ryan stood behind her, holding a notepad and scribbling notes quickly. Then, quite naturally, he pulled a thermos from his bag and handed it to Grace.

"Dr. Reed, you stayed up late reading research materials last night again, didn't you? You have dark circles under your eyes. Have some warm water to soothe your throat."

"It's nothing." Grace unscrewed the cap and took a sip.

I let out a cold laugh.

"Yes, Dr. Reed works so hard." My voice dripped with sarcasm. "Saving her 'ungrateful' husband and then mentoring such a 'thoughtful' graduate student... She must be stretched thin."

Mom looked at me in shock while Ryan's expression changed.

"Mr. Hudson, please show some respect!" he said righteously. "Dr. Reed has been working tirelessly because of your condition. Instead of being grateful, you're making snide remarks. Just what is left of your conscience?"

"Ryan." Grace's cool voice cut through, her eyes carrying a hint of warning.

Ryan pursed his lips in dissatisfaction. Grace leaned down and straightened my blanket. Her expression showed the kind of helpless exhaustion one might have when dealing with an unreasonable patient.

"Derek, get some rest and stop overthinking. When you're discharged, we'll have a proper talk."

I pushed her hand away and pulled out the divorce papers from the drawer.

"There's nothing to talk about. Here's the divorce agreement. Look it over and sign it quickly."

She stumbled backward, and Ryan quickly steadied her.

Ryan grabbed the divorce papers. "What? You want Dr. Reed to leave with nothing? On what grounds?"

I tilted my chin up defiantly. "What gives you the right to speak to me like that?"

Ryan was momentarily speechless, then said with concern, "Dr. Reed, don't bother with this jerk. Let's go."

"You all—" Mom was about to say something when she was interrupted by a commotion.

A middle-aged woman stormed in aggressively, pointing at me and cursing, "So, you're Derek, the ungrateful bastard? You make me sick! Dr. Reed delayed my son's surgery to save you! How dare you mention divorce? You animal!"

Getting more worked up, she grabbed the portable urinal from under my bed and splashed its contents all over me.

A pungent stench filled the air. I was stunned. Grace then rushed into the bathroom and returned with a towel to clean me off.

I did not appreciate the gesture. I snatched the towel from her and silently wiped the urine from my face and hair, cursing, "Damn it, this divorce is happening right now!"

Grace was slightly taken aback. "Derek, what's wrong with you? Please don't casually mention divorce. What have I done to upset you? Tell me and I'll change."

I replied firmly, "Change, my ass. Just divorce me already!"

She seemed shocked, probably because she rarely heard me use such crude language. Within ten minutes, Grace's extended family packed my hospital ward to capacity.

"Derek, have you lost your mind? Grace is such a wonderful wife, and you want to divorce her?" Her eldest paternal aunt, Margaret Reed, came in swinging.

"Exactly! Look at the state you're in! Without Grace, you'd be six feet under!" Her second maternal aunt, Dorothy Stone, chimed in.

"Grace gave up her opportunity to study abroad for you. Do you have no conscience?" Her third paternal aunt, Beverly Reed, joined the chorus of condemnation.

My mother-in-law, Helen Stone, sat beside the bed, crying dramatically, "Derek, you're trying to kill me! How can you treat my Grace like this? She's been so good to you, and you..."

I rubbed my throbbing temples, not wanting to deal with this group of women anymore. "This is between Grace and me. It has nothing to do with you."

"How does it have nothing to do with us?" Margaret jumped up immediately upon hearing this. "If you get divorced, how will this look for our family? Grace is the pride of our family!"

"That's right! If you dare divorce her, we'll go to your office and make a scene every day!" Dorothy threatened.

The cacophony of accusations made my head throb.

"Get out," I growled again.

Then, the group of women began physically attacking me. I knew I could not fight off so many of them.

The IV stand and everything on the table crashed to the floor. The nurses, who finally appeared after watching long enough, escorted them out.

At midnight, I was asleep when a sharp pain jolted me awake. I could not help crying out as my abdomen felt like it was about to explode.

I struggled to open my eyes and saw Grace's delinquent younger brother, Jake Reed, standing beside my hospital bed, holding a wooden stick.

"What are you doing?" I asked weakly.

"Damn it, you dare abandon my sister? I'll kill you!" Jake sneered viciously. "You have no idea what you're missing out on. I'll teach you a lesson!"

Before he finished speaking, the stick came down again, striking my head hard. Everything went black as I completely lost consciousness.

When I woke up again, my head was wrapped in thick bandages, and the severe pain made me dizzy and disoriented.

A young, professional-looking woman sat beside my bed, watching me intently.

Just then, Mom pushed open the door. The moment she saw the woman, she charged forward like she had encountered her worst enemy.

"You're the homewrecker! How dare you show up here after wrecking someone's marriage?" Mom screamed, reaching out to grab Victoria Jones' hair.

Victoria frowned and dodged away.

"Mom, she's my assistant."

"Ma'am, I'm Mr. Hudson's assistant."

We both spoke at the same time.

Just then, Grace and Ryan entered the ward. Upon seeing Victoria, Grace's face instantly turned pale, and her body swayed.

Ryan immediately steadied her, glaring at me with hostile eyes.

"Derek, you've gone too far! Dr. Reed has lost so much weight worrying about you, and you actually brought your mistress to the hospital ward!"

Witnessing this scene, Grace burst into tears. The last time I had seen Grace cry like this was over ten years ago, during our innocent college days.

Back then, Grace was in love with Harry Thompson, my roommate and close friend. They were the perfect golden couple.

Though I secretly loved Grace, I was genuinely happy for them despite the bitterness in my heart. If it had been like a fairy tale where the prince and princess lived happily ever after, there would have been no place for me.

Yet, fate played a cruel joke. During our junior year, Harry jumped from a building. Later, they found his medical records confirming severe depression.

I lost my best friend, and Grace lost the person she loved most. I stayed by Grace's side through those darkest days.

She would not eat or drink, locking herself in her room to cry all night long. I never left her side. I cooked for her, chatted with her, and coaxed her to sleep like she was a child.

Eventually, we got together. I knew Harry still lived in her heart, but I believed my love could heal her.

When we got married, Grace suggested we remain childfree, and I agreed. Those days were peaceful and happy. I thought we would continue like that forever.

I was lost in thought for a long moment, remembering the more alluring version of her. However, my feelings had completely changed.

Just then, Victoria handed me a tablet and some documents. She whispered instructions in my ear.

Grace sobbed softly. "What secrets are you two hiding from me?"

I laughed coldly as I played the video on the tablet. "That's rich coming from you. If anyone has secrets, isn't it you two?"

I turned to Grace, holding the tablet in front of her.

"Take a look, my dear wife."

After watching the video, Grace's face turned deathly pale.