In the middle of the night, my asthma flared up again.
I struggled to open the bedside table next to me, but found that the bottle of spray inside was empty.
Lincoln noticed something was wrong with me. He turned on the light and saw that my face was flushed and I was having difficulty breathing.
He shook me anxiously and shouted, "Wife, hold on, I'll get you some medicine."
Then he rushed to the living room with an anxious look on his face to look for spare medicine.
There was a sound of drawers being pulled outside. After a long while, he called out from outside, "Wife, it seems that all the medicine has been used up."
My heart sank. I clearly remembered that there was another bottle of medicine, which I put in there on purpose today.
Seeing that I didn't respond, his voice came again: "Don't be afraid, honey, I'll call the emergency number first."
While I was having difficulty breathing, I heard that he seemed to be really making a phone call, but the words he said made me feel like I was falling into an ice cellar.
He said: "But she does look seriously ill, otherwise...give her the medicine first..."
I don’t know what the other party said, but I can guess that he must have been asking him to give up saving me.
Sure enough, I heard Lincoln say again: "You are right, only by being ruthless can you get what you want..."
Then, Lincoln's footsteps sounded and he stopped at the bedroom door.
I know that even though Lincoln said that, he was still struggling in his heart. After all, we are husband and wife.
Maybe he is holding the medicine in his hand at this moment, hesitating whether to give it to me.
Because I was so close, I could vaguely hear what was going on on the other end of the line.
Seeing that Lincoln had stopped moving, the woman on the other end spoke in a venomous voice, "Honey, I'm getting impatient waiting for you. If you don't come over, your baby will be angry. And, at the critical moment, you can't be soft-hearted."
These words seemed to make Lincoln determined. He lowered his voice and said, "Baby, don't be angry. That woman is probably dead. I'll go find you now."
After hanging up the phone, there was silence outside for a moment, and Lincoln finally spoke again: "Honey, hold on, I'll go buy you some medicine nearby."
Then, there was the sound of a door closing.
Tears rolled down my eyes, I don’t know if it was because of physical pain or psychological despair.
Today is my birthday, but my dear husband wants to turn this day into my death anniversary because of another woman.
With trembling hands, I took out the bottle of spray that I had put under the pillow a long time ago and inhaled it vigorously.
After a while, I felt like I was finally alive again.
At this time, another text message came on the phone: "I told you, he will come to me today." "Your husband is not that bad, he just likes to listen to me."
It seemed that she still felt that it was not satisfying enough. After a while, she sent another message: "What a pity, I couldn't see you off in person." "I don't know if you can see my message now. It's so boring."
I seem to be able to imagine that she must be laughing on the other end of the phone, laughing at me for being a woman but losing completely in front of her.
Not only can she not keep a man, but my life can also be taken away easily as long as she asks.
But she and Lincoln still don't know me well enough.
I have never been a loser in my life!
I turned my head and saw the wedding photo placed on the bedside, and a cold smile appeared on my face.
Since you are so heartless, don't blame me for being ungrateful. If you are so anxious to let me die, then you should all go to hell together!
As soon as I finished speaking, there was a "bang" and I grabbed the photo and smashed it to pieces.
