Terminal Illness Revelry: Her Last Dinner

The next day, I went to the hospital to collect my remaining personal belongings.

Before I reached the ward, I heard strained voices and the loud rattle of the bed frame from inside.

“Dr. Joeman… It feels sore there…”

“That is correct. This area has the densest nerve endings. I am helping you activate them.”

The voice was painfully familiar.

For three years, she had only made faint, unconscious sounds when I wiped her down. Now, her high‑pitched cry carried desire and enjoyment.

I took a deep breath and pushed the door open.

The ward was a complete mess.

Ethan lay on top of Rosalie. His white coat hung open, and his clothes were in disarray.

When I entered, neither of them showed panic or even the slightest intention to separate.

Ethan paused and shot me an irritated look.

“Mr. Leighton, do you not know how to knock? It is basic courtesy.”

I stared at the scene and let out a cold laugh.

“Is this your idea of courtesy, Dr. Joeman? Doing this to my wife right after she woke up in her ward?”

Ethan spoke with a self‑righteous tone.

“What does an illiterate person like you know? This is the latest pelvic floor muscle rehabilitation training. Rosie was bedridden for three years. Her muscles are weak and atrophied. Without high‑intensity stimulation, she will not regain full function.”

He shifted his weight in a deliberate manner, as if to prove his point.

“You see? Only I can help her achieve deep muscle contraction. This is medical treatment and serious science.”

My fists tightened, and my nails dug into my palms.

Disguising misconduct as treatment and speaking about it so proudly was shameless.

I looked at Rosalie on the bed.

“You also think this is treatment?”

Rosalie snapped out of her earlier daze. She pulled at her loose hospital gown with clear impatience. “Leo, why are you looking at me like that? Dr. Joeman is saving me.”

She pushed herself up and wiped the corner of her mouth.

“You caught us, so I will not pretend anymore. Get out and stop getting in the way. Dr. Joeman’s skills are far better than anything a useless wimp like you could offer.”

She humiliated me without hesitation.

“Dr. Joeman trained overseas. He knows exactly how to help me. It is something a coward like you could never understand.”

Ethan wrapped an arm around her shoulder and lifted his chin at me.

“Did you hear that, Mr. Leighton? Some things require expertise. Rosie came back to life. That proves you were never enough.”

A sharp, unpleasant smell filled the room.

I looked at the shameless pair and the red marks on Rosalie’s neck.

Those were her proud signs of affection, and she was also the ungrateful person I had sacrificed everything to save.

Humiliation pounded in my head, yet I calmed myself because the dead were not worth dwelling on.

I loosened my fists, and the anger in my eyes faded.

“Very well. Since Dr. Joeman’s medical skills are so impressive, you should continue this deep treatment a few more times.”

I did not look at them again. I turned and walked out of the ward.

Their mocking laughter echoed behind me.

“Forget that loser, Dr. Joeman. Let us continue…”