Chapter 3Her Unborn Child Wanted Me Dead

Jason POV

The crisp sound of a slap echoed through the corridor.

I turned my head to the side. My cheek burned with pain, and the taste of blood in my mouth grew stronger.

Sarah's hand was still shaking. Her eyes were wide, as if she couldn't believe I would say something so vicious.

"Jason, have you lost your mind? That's your own flesh and blood! How can you call him a bastard?"

Ethan quickly wrapped his arms around Sarah's shoulders, patting her back while looking at me with a pained expression.

"Jason, you've gone too far! You can insult me, but how can you curse an unborn child? Don't you know how much Sarah has sacrificed for this baby?"

I wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth, looking at Ethan's hand resting on Sarah's shoulder.

Sarah didn't pull away.

She even leaned into his embrace, as if seeking support.

In my previous life, I foolishly thought they were just teacher and devoted student.

When Ethan walked her home every night, I would gratefully hand him a bottle of water.

When Ethan was sick and Sarah stayed up all night caring for him, I would even bring over nutritional supplements.

Turns out, in their eyes, I was the superfluous, oblivious third wheel.

"Fine."

I spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva.

"That slap, consider us even. From now on, we're done."

With that, I turned to leave.

Behind me came Sarah's furious shout.

"Go! Leave and don't come back! I don't believe you can keep up this act forever!"

"Bad daddy's leaving! Yay! Finally no one to bother our family of three!"

"Mommy, don't be angry. Ethan's hugs will make it better!"

That voice was like a curse drilling into my ears, each sentence striking my nerves.

I forced myself through the heart-bursting pain, shuffling step by step out of the hospital entrance.

If not to investigate the source of that eerie voice, if not to make this pair of adulterers pay, I would want to die right here and be done with it all.

But I couldn't.

Even if I died, I'd drag them to hell with me.

By the time I got home, it was completely dark.

I collapsed on the sofa and fumbled for my pill bottle, hands shaking so badly I couldn't even twist off the cap.

Several white pills rolled onto the floor. I scrambled to pick them up and swallowed them dry.

It wasn't until after midnight that I heard the door lock.

Sarah was home.

Ethan had brought her back again.

The two stood in the entryway. Ethan held her bag, his eyes ambiguous and suggestive.

"Sarah, get some rest. Don't waste energy being angry over someone like that. You have a major surgery tomorrow. I... I'll always be here for you."

Sarah's voice was unbearably soft.

"You've had a long day too. Be careful on your way home. Message me when you get there."

This wasn't a student and teacher. This was clearly lovers in the throes of romance.

After Ethan left, Sarah changed her shoes and walked into the living room. Seeing me sitting in the darkness, she was clearly startled.

Then she turned on the light. The harsh brightness made me instinctively close my eyes.

"Didn't die out there, huh?"

She crossed her arms, looking down at me, her tone full of mockery.

"I thought you had such a backbone, but in the end you still crawled back home?"

I slowly opened my eyes and looked at her.

"I'll have my lawyer draft the divorce papers. Sign them tomorrow."

The air froze instantly.

Sarah looked like she'd heard the biggest joke in the world.

"Divorce? Jason, you're threatening me with divorce? You think I'd be scared?"

"I'm not threatening you."

I stated calmly.

"I'm fulfilling your wishes. Since that unborn child wants Ethan as a father so badly, I'm making room for you."

"Shut your mouth!"

Sarah's nerve was hit. She grabbed the glass from the table and hurled it violently at the floor.

Shards flew everywhere, cutting my ankle, but I felt no pain.

"Stinky daddy! Bad daddy! How dare you bully mommy!"

"Mommy, hit him! Beat him up! Ethan said men like that need to be taught a lesson!"

Hearing the voice, the viciousness in Sarah's eyes surged.

She strode over and grabbed my collar.

"You want a divorce? Not so easy! You slandered Ethan, cursed the baby-we haven't settled that score yet! You think you can just walk away? Dream on!"

At that moment, my heart convulsed violently. My vision went black instantly.

I clutched my chest, gasping for air. The feeling of dying washed over me again.

"Medicine... medicine..."

I pointed at the pill bottle on the coffee table.

Sarah watched coldly, not moving an inch.

"Keep acting. Jason, it's such a waste you're not winning an Oscar. Just now you had the strength to bring up divorce, and now you're dying? Is your heart disease intermittent or something?"

Despair washed over me, cold as ice.

I looked at her, feeling my heart grow colder than my body.

Just as I thought I would die in front of her again, the doorbell suddenly rang.

Ethan had returned.

"Sarah, I left my phone... oh! What happened to Jason?"

Ethan rushed in. Seeing my condition, his face immediately showed panic.

He fumbled to pour a glass of water, grabbed some pills and shoved them in my mouth.

"Jason, take your medicine quick! Sarah, really, even if Jason's faking, you should play along. What if he's so committed to the act that he actually hurts himself?"

Water flowed down my throat. The pills dissolved.

However, after just half a minute, not only did I feel no relief, my heart began racing wildly, as if it would burst through my chest.

My blood boiled. My nerves went haywire. An extremely abnormal feverishness swept through my entire body.

This wasn't emergency medication!

This was... some kind of stimulant!

I stared with wide eyes at Ethan's seemingly innocent face.

He was carrying this kind of drug on him? Was he trying... to make me die directly from heart failure?