My Husband Destroyed My Hands To Please His Mistress

"What's the prognosis, Doctor? Will my wife's hands make a full recovery?"

He asked hopefully, as if he genuinely wanted me to get better. The doctor looked at my arms for a moment before shaking his head.

"There’s no hope. The tissue is dead."

Kairo sighed with regret, then turned to comfort me. "It's okay, Clementine. This doctor isn't good enough. I'll find someone else."

He said this, but his eyes met my blank stare, revealing a hint of guilt as he quickly looked away. Typically, hearing "no hope" would make me despair, but today I was surprisingly calm, and he didn't know why.

I looked coldly at the so-called "doctor," whom I recognized as Colson Hall, a man who scavenged for junk in a nearby alley. It was laughable how, in just a few days, he’d been turned into a "miracle doctor." My husband had really gone to great lengths to ensure my condition wouldn’t improve.

I was about to say there was no need to find another doctor when I noticed the guest room door was open. Inside, everything looked brand new, as if it had been deliberately redecorated.

Kairo followed my gaze and hurriedly explained, "The weather's been chilly lately, and Journey's place has some drafts. I invited her to stay here for a few days. You know, I owe her."

I felt a bitter smile creep up inside. The temperature had actually climbed over seventy degrees; his excuse about "chilly" weather was really a stretch. Back then, I was the one who took Kairo to the clinic when he was feverish and took care of him for two days and nights. Yet, when he woke up, the first person he saw was Journey Stone, and he firmly believed she had saved him. No amount of explanation from me could change his mind.

Clearly, he wasn't oblivious; he had deliberately credited his gratitude to Journey. I nodded calmly, "Whatever you think is best."

Seeing my agreement, his face brightened even more. "Clementine, you're the best! By the way, give Journey those two vintage coats in your closet. After all, you..."

Those coats were my brother’s only keepsakes, the one thing I treasured. Kairo knew how much they meant to me, yet he wanted to give them to Journey.

"I’m not giving them away. They're the only things my brother left me. Did you forget?"

It seemed he had forgotten for a moment, as he furrowed his brow and said, "Why let them sit in the closet and gather dust? Besides, your brother is gone."

I didn’t want to hear his heartless words any longer, so I interrupted him, "I said no, and I mean it."

His expression turned dark, and he slammed the door as he left.