Chapter 3My Wife Stole My Mom's Life Savings to See Her Boy Band

Sarah came back with tons of food. Since she didn't know what I liked, she got a lot.

I laughed. I wasn't picky.

I just ate whatever Ashley wanted.

I never really mattered.

Sarah didn't like hearing that. "That's not true! Food is super important!"

I chuckled. We ate and talked, just like back in high school.

I used to laugh at her for never shutting up, even while eating.

Then, after I got married, Ashley was always on her phone during meals. Never said a word to me. I tried talking to her.

She'd either ignore me or give me some short answer.

I realized it was nice to have someone who wanted to talk.

At least it meant you had something in common.

Before we finished eating, the door slammed open.

Ashley's face was contorted in anger. When she saw us, she exploded.

Her eyes bulged. She tried to hit Sarah.

"So that's why you're not answering me! You're eating with some tramp!"

I stood in front of Sarah.

"What are you talking about? Sarah is Mom's surgeon!"

Smack!

She slapped me hard.

She pointed at me, yelling, "Surgeon? You're calling her a surgeon? Do you really think I'm that stupid? Surgeons don't wear normal clothes!"

I didn't want to argue. I just wanted to get Sarah out of there.

She blocked my way, still trying to hit us.

She was still wearing the wedding dress from the concert. Her makeup was smeared. She looked like a total psycho.

She raised her hand. I braced myself, but the blow never came.

Sarah had blocked her.

She grabbed Ashley's arm. "I don't know what's going on, but I am his mom's surgeon. And you don't hit people, no matter what."

When she couldn't argue her way out of it, she started crying. "Mom was having surgery. I didn't have money for a plane ticket. It took me hours on the bus to get back here and I came straight here."

"And you're treating me like crap!"

She was so good at twisting things. While she was sitting on the floor, crying, I got Sarah out of there.

The nurses finally came and kicked her out.

I walked Sarah out of the hospital, feeling embarrassed. "Sorry you had to see that."

She shook her head. "I shouldn't have gotten involved, but... I couldn't stand her hitting you."

Her words hit me hard.

The worst thing isn't being treated badly, but receiving kindness out of nowhere.

I looked away, waving goodbye. "Go back in. Thanks for coming."

Back in the hospital room, the nurse got Ashley to calm down.

When she saw me come back, she started faking concern.

"Are you okay? I didn't mean to hit you, I just saw you with another woman and..."

I ignored her and pulled out the divorce papers. "Sign them."