His Mistress or My Coffin - Chapter 1: Chapter 1

My husband didn't give a damn about me—all he cared about was speeding off to find his precious Lily Taylor.
One of my teammates, voice shaking, told me that without immediate treatment, I wouldn't make it.
John brushed my hand away like it was nothing. "It's just a snakebite. Stop being dramatic. Lily's lost out there—it's dangerous. I need to find her now."
What he didn't realize was that it wasn't some harmless grass snake—it was a viper. My legs burned with pain, the numbness creeping higher.
And the baby inside me... I couldn't feel it moving anymore.
I was dying.
Lucy Garcia screamed at him, frantic. "John, she's dying! Mary can't feel her legs—if we don't get her help, she won't make it!" She gripped the car door, trying to shove me inside.
John shoved her back, his face twisted with impatience. "Lily's lost, and it's getting dark. I don't have time for this!"
He kicked the dead snake aside with disgust. "You really expect me to believe this? Some staged drama to hold me back?"
Lucy slapped my cheek to keep me awake, tears streaming. "She's your wife, for God's sake! Don't you care?"
John just scowled. "I'm the team captain. My responsibility is to my team. Lily needs me right now—you stay with Mary. She'll be fine."
But I wasn't fine.
The venom had spread—my arms were numb now. And the baby... at some point, it had stopped moving.
Despair choked me. I wanted to scream, to tell John our child was gone, to make him understand the agony tearing through me.
But I couldn't. My body had given up.
As John turned toward the car without a second glance, I mustered the last of my strength, dragging myself off the stretcher, crawling toward him. My arms collapsed beneath me.
"Please..." My voice was barely a whisper. Lucy sobbed uncontrollably beside me.
John looked down at me—a broken, pathetic mess—and sneered. "Look at you. You're acting insane."
"I'm trying to save someone's life! Why are you doing this? You're disgusting."
My vision blurred, but I forced my eyes open, pleading silently.
Then—his radio crackled to life.
Lily's voice, trembling and sweet, filled the air. "John! Oh God, something's out here—I think it's a wolf! Please, hurry—I'm scared!"
John's face twisted with panic. He shoved Lucy aside when she tried to block him.
"Are you seriously not worried about Lily?" he roared. "Stop wasting my time with this nonsense! She's alone out there—do you want her to die?"
Without another word, he jumped into the car and slammed the door. The engine roared, tires kicking up dust as the taillights vanished into the distance.
Lucy collapsed beside me, gripping my hand. "We can't just wait here..."
She and the others lifted me, rushing toward the nearest village for help.
But my eyelids grew heavier. I tried to speak—my lips wouldn't move. My gaze flickered to my backpack, where John's and my mother's emergency numbers were scrawled.
Lucy nodded desperately, tears falling. "Mary... Mary, stay with me!"
As the team cursed John's name, a strange lightness filled me. My vision dimmed—then, suddenly, I was floating.
My soul tore free, carried by the wind... straight toward John.