His Love Is Unworthy

On the eve of Valentine's Day, my fiancé's beloved girl played truth or dare with him.

She asked, "Who would you marry, Jane or me?"

Facing everyone's curiosity, my fiancé looked at her with a little drunkenness. "Of course I choose you."

I walked in calmly. "You can just get married right here."

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At three o'clock in the morning, I got a call from my grandmother. Her stomach disease had relapsed, and she was in great pain.

I got up in a hurry and called my fiancé Bruce Miller to help me take my grandma to the hospital.

When I passed the bathroom, I heard him talking on the phone.

"Bruce, Grandma's stomach disease has relapsed. We..."

However, I heard him calling the person on the other end of the phone "Flora" affectionately.

Flora.

Flora Davis.

I thought of this name subconsciously and became vigilant.

I knew that Flora was once the girl Bruce loved, but they were never together.

"Jane."

Bruce came out of the bathroom and hurriedly changed his shoes. "Flora is heartbroken after breaking up. I'll go see her."

Before I could react, he grabbed the car keys and rushed out.

I didn't know if he listened to what I said just now.

I just felt bitter in my heart.

My grandmother lived in the same neighborhood as us and needed to be sent to the hospital immediately.

But Bruce drove away, thinking only of finding his beloved girl.

I had been with Bruce for seven years, and we had been engaged. But at that moment, I suddenly felt he was very strange.

It seemed as if he had never loved me.

I didn't have time to think about it. I quickly called him and asked him to send my grandma to the hospital.

After all, my grandma’s condition was urgent. It was hard to get a taxi in the middle of the night, so we couldn’t delay.

I ran all the way to my grandma's house while dialing Bruce's number, but I couldn't get through to him.

I could only carry my grandmother to the side of the road, trying to stop a passing car for help.

My parents divorced when I was young, and each of them had their own family. My grandmother raised me and was the only relative who treated me well.

I didn't want anything to happen to her, so I was very anxious.

Very few cars passed by, and they all drove over quickly, so I didn't have any chance to stop them.

The rain gradually got heavier.

At first, I just couldn't get through to Bruce, and later, he turned off.

When I needed him the most, he...

Fortunately, I met a kind driver who helped us get to the hospital in time.

After a series of examination procedures, my grandma was pushed into the emergency room.

I was soaked by rain, waiting anxiously outside the operating room and praying that my grandma would be okay.

Every minute seemed to be a torture for me.

When no one was around me, I couldn't help but woolgather.

My grandma was in the emergency room, but my fiancé was staying with his beloved girl late at night, which made me feel very tormented.

I was worried, lonely, helpless, and angry.

All the emotions were stuck in my heart, which made me almost suffocate.

Fortunately, the rescue was in time.

The doctor said if we had come a few minutes later, my grandma would have died.

I didn’t dare to think about what would have happened if that kind-hearted person hadn’t helped us in time.

At that time, I was worried about my grandmother who was in great pain, so I didn't even notice the kind-hearted person.

If I met him again, I would thank him.

I was busy until dawn, and watching my grandmother resting peacefully on the hospital bed, I finally felt relieved.

At this time, Bruce sent a message to me: [Jane, how is your grandma? Is she okay?]

After reading it, I threw my phone aside.

It turned out that when he went out in the middle of the night, he heard me talking about my grandma's stomach disease recurring, but he still chose to drive away and go to find Flora.

In the past, no matter how busy or tired I was, I would reply immediately when I saw his message, and if I replied to him a few minutes late, I would explain to him.

But I just had the experience of carrying my grandmother on my back to the street to stop a car and waiting in panic outside the emergency room.

I didn't want to reply to his messages or answer his calls at all.