WTF! My Fiancé's Mistress Turned My Prize Horse into My Little Pony Right Before Kentucky Derby?！ - Chapter 79: Chapter 79
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At 2 p.m., the nurse came in to take me for a CT scan.
"You can't go alone. You need a caretaker—call someone."
Call someone?
Who the hell was I supposed to call?
Dad's six feet under.
Mom's in assisted living.
My best friend Lauren? Studying abroad.
And my so-called husband?
He was off hiking, grilling, soaking in hot springs with his soulmate.
"Can you just assign a hospital aide to come with me? I can pay extra."
The nurse hesitated at my forced smile, then nodded slowly.
"Alright. Let's go."
After the scan, I got a call from Ryan.
He sounded annoyed.
"You're not home? The guy fixing the fridge called me. He's waiting."
Before I left for the trip, our fridge had started dying.
The new one hadn't arrived yet, so I scheduled a repair.
"I'm in the hospital."
There was a pause. Then a dry chuckle.
"What is it this time? Tripped over your own feet again? Or is it a late period?"
A sharp sting hit my chest.
Just a few days into our marriage, I'd tripped in heels and fell coming home.
His mom used it as an excuse to drag him home.
They'd barely spoken before that, and ended up in a full-blown fight that night.
After that, he went full cold-shoulder for two weeks.
Then my period was late and I had stomach cramps.
His mom, jumping to conclusions, stormed into his office and dragged him to the OB-GYN.
False alarm.
After that, Ryan decided I was just a manipulative drama queen.
As he left the hospital that time, he tossed over his shoulder,
"Can't go a day without some stunt, huh? You really had me fooled with that quiet, sweet act before the wedding."
I had pride, too.
But before I could defend myself, he'd already slammed the door on me.
"You mute now? Or just haven't come up with a good enough lie to drag me back?"
I ignored his sarcasm, my voice flat.
"Sorry to disappoint. No lies. Just a car accident. Half my body's fried."
Ryan didn't believe me. His tone rose.
"Jesus, Melanie Dawson, you've really lost it, haven't you? You're actually saying shit like that now?"
I didn't care if he believed me.
His constant disdain, his endless mockery—
It burned more than the flames.
Before the Dawson family crashed and burned, I had a spine.
"I'm not cursing you, Ryan. Why are you so pissed?"
He opened his mouth again—
But then I heard her voice.
Jessica.
"Ryan, your favorite wings are ready! Come on!"
That syrupy voice made my skin crawl.
I hung up before he could say another word.
"You can't go alone. You need a caretaker—call someone."
Call someone?
Who the hell was I supposed to call?
Dad's six feet under.
Mom's in assisted living.
My best friend Lauren? Studying abroad.
And my so-called husband?
He was off hiking, grilling, soaking in hot springs with his soulmate.
"Can you just assign a hospital aide to come with me? I can pay extra."
The nurse hesitated at my forced smile, then nodded slowly.
"Alright. Let's go."
After the scan, I got a call from Ryan.
He sounded annoyed.
"You're not home? The guy fixing the fridge called me. He's waiting."
Before I left for the trip, our fridge had started dying.
The new one hadn't arrived yet, so I scheduled a repair.
"I'm in the hospital."
There was a pause. Then a dry chuckle.
"What is it this time? Tripped over your own feet again? Or is it a late period?"
A sharp sting hit my chest.
Just a few days into our marriage, I'd tripped in heels and fell coming home.
His mom used it as an excuse to drag him home.
They'd barely spoken before that, and ended up in a full-blown fight that night.
After that, he went full cold-shoulder for two weeks.
Then my period was late and I had stomach cramps.
His mom, jumping to conclusions, stormed into his office and dragged him to the OB-GYN.
False alarm.
After that, Ryan decided I was just a manipulative drama queen.
As he left the hospital that time, he tossed over his shoulder,
"Can't go a day without some stunt, huh? You really had me fooled with that quiet, sweet act before the wedding."
I had pride, too.
But before I could defend myself, he'd already slammed the door on me.
"You mute now? Or just haven't come up with a good enough lie to drag me back?"
I ignored his sarcasm, my voice flat.
"Sorry to disappoint. No lies. Just a car accident. Half my body's fried."
Ryan didn't believe me. His tone rose.
"Jesus, Melanie Dawson, you've really lost it, haven't you? You're actually saying shit like that now?"
I didn't care if he believed me.
His constant disdain, his endless mockery—
It burned more than the flames.
Before the Dawson family crashed and burned, I had a spine.
"I'm not cursing you, Ryan. Why are you so pissed?"
He opened his mouth again—
But then I heard her voice.
Jessica.
"Ryan, your favorite wings are ready! Come on!"
That syrupy voice made my skin crawl.
I hung up before he could say another word.
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