I felt the sourness I'd been feeling suddenly evaporate, only to be replaced by a jolt of unease when I noticed the person standing behind Amanda.

Her clothes were disheveled, and Russell, who was trailing behind her, wasn't much better. If I wasn't mistaken, there was a hint of lipstick smudged on his collar.

"Michael, are you so desperate to see me that you'd risk your own life?" Amanda's voice was icy. "When did you become someone who resorts to such underhanded tactics?"

The joy I'd felt at her appearance plummeted instantly. My voice came out dry, "Is that how you see me? Besides, shouldn't you explain why you're here with him?"

She wasn't here to check on me; she came to confront me! Is she blaming me for interrupting their little rendezvous?

Amanda, visibly frustrated, snapped back, "Stop overthinking! It's just a coincidence that Russell and I ran into each other today. When he heard about your accident, he insisted on coming to see you. Don't be so petty!"

I managed a self-deprecating smile, "Well, now that you've seen him, can he leave? I need to talk with my wife."

Russell, looking somewhat awkward and apologetic, addressed Amanda, "It seems your husband doesn't want me here. I'll take my leave. Amanda, don't let my presence cause any tension between you and Mr. Pierce."

"Wait, you don't need to leave," Amanda interrupted, pulling him back. She turned to me with an edge in her voice, "If you have something to say, just say it. There's no need to take it out on others."

Unable to hold back, I shot back, "Do you prefer him over me? If so, I can step aside anytime."

Amanda's impatience was evident. "Michael, why are you acting like a jealous woman? Who I choose to talk to or be with is none of your business. Don't think this will scare me into submission. Maybe you should reflect on where you went wrong first!"

With that, Amanda led Russell out. If I wasn't mistaken, Russell's smug look as they left was almost blinding.

I was left fuming, the sight making me both laugh and seethe with anger.

After fuming all night, I spent the early morning scrolling through my phone, with no message from Amanda.

When the sun was fully up, I shook off the lingering heaviness in my head and gave a wry smile.

I must not matter much to Amanda. If I had died in this accident, she might have felt relieved, free to pursue a relationship with Russell without any baggage.

I had been staring blankly at the sunlight streaming through the window when the nurse entered the room.

"Michael—has your family not arrived yet?"

I managed a strained smile. "If there's something you need to tell me, just go ahead. I can take it."

Aside from Amanda, I had no other family. I was born in an orphanage and was adopted by the Pierce family when I was ten. They were wonderful people, but fate was unkind to them; they died in a plane crash. Once again, I found myself alone.

I had hoped that marrying Amanda would give me a new family, but now it seemed that this family was unraveling, too.

The nurse's face showed pity as she handed me a report. "We found a tumor in your brain. The situation isn't great. You have two options: surgery or conservative treatment. The success rate for surgery is only thirty percent. I suggest you discuss this with your family."

I was taken aback, gripping the report tightly. My expression must have looked awful. The nurse, sensing my distress, tried to offer some comfort. "If you can get a renowned specialist, the success rate for the surgery could improve. Don't lose hope."

I thanked her, said I'd think it over, and proceeded with my discharge paperwork.

Standing outside the hospital, I was momentarily at a loss about where to go.

After much deliberation, I decided to return home. My anxiety about the future made me crave some comfort from family—even a simple word of concern could give me immense courage.

When I got home and opened the door, I was greeted by a sight that nearly stopped me in my tracks.

Russell was emerging from the bathroom, wearing my clothes and drying his hair.

He seemed surprised to see me but quickly put on a smug grin. "You're back. I thought you'd be staying at the hospital a bit longer."

"Who's here?" Amanda's voice called from the kitchen, accompanied by the aroma of cooking.

Amanda, who hadn't shown any concern for me while I was in the hospital, was now cooking for Russell.

In the years we'd been married, Amanda had never cooked for herself. She'd always relied on me, playfully demanding that I prepare the meals.

She once joked that she'd starve without my cooking. I even enrolled in a cooking course to learn various cuisines for her.

Now, she was in the kitchen, preparing food for someone else.

The realization hit me like a punch to the gut, leaving me feeling dizzy and unsteady.

Amanda stepped out, her eyes widening in surprise when she saw me. "What are you doing back?"

I fought through the sharp pain in my head and responded with bitter sarcasm, "I suppose I shouldn't intrude on your little world."

Amanda frowned. "Why are you being so snarky? Russell's here to help me. Can you please speak civilly? Wasn't I clear enough before?"

I gestured toward Russell with a mocking smile. "I'm really trying to stay composed here, with my wife's ex-boyfriend cozying up in my clothes at my own house. Amanda, what more do you expect from me?"

"Russell just helped me get dinner ready and accidentally got his clothes dirty. We don't have any other clothes, so I let him borrow mine. I mean, come on, Michael, don't be so unreasonable!" Amanda snapped, acting as if I was the one being irrational.

I couldn't wrap my head around it. Inviting another man into our home while I was in the hospital and letting him wear my clothes—is that really normal? Or does she expect me to play the fool and ignore everything?

"Mr. Pierce, I think you've misunderstood. There's nothing between Amanda and me. I'm just here to teach her how to cook. The clothes were an accident. I was actually about to discuss visiting you in the hospital with Amanda," Russell interjected.

"Shut up!" I glared at Russell. It was obvious he was deliberately flaunting his closeness to Amanda, putting on an act to look considerate.

"Get out of my house, right now!" I pointed to the door, making it clear I wanted him gone.

But before I could react further, Amanda slapped me.

The sudden sting left me momentarily disoriented. I staggered sideways, struggling to stay upright. If my right hand weren't injured, I might have balanced myself, but with the pain shooting through my arm...

I hit the floor, the sharp agony making me break out in a cold sweat. For a moment, I was at a loss for words, overwhelmed by the pain.

Clenching my teeth, I tried to push myself up, but the anger had left my face, replaced by a grimace of pain. Seeing this, Amanda rushed over to help, but I shoved her away.

"Don't touch me!" My voice trembled with the intensity of my pain.

"You have no right to act like this, Michael. Besides, this is my home. What gives you the authority to kick my guests out?"

I was stunned, then managed a self-deprecating smile. "Yeah, what right do I have?"

I thought I had found a home, but it was just an illusion.

"Amanda, let's get a divorce."

If she doesn't want to stay, then there's no point in holding on.