Part 3My Wife Granted Her Ex Three Wishes

The next day, as I was wiping down Mom’s body at the hospital, Chloe sent me a SnapChat message.

“Blake’s second wish has been granted, consider it a punishment for your infidelity. His third wish is for me to spend a week wholeheartedly with him, as compensation for us not having a honeymoon together. I’ve agreed. Reflect on yourself these next few days. I’ll come find you in a week.”

I stared at the message for a long time, then couldn’t resist blocking her number.

But when I turned to see Mom still unconscious on the bed, I took a deep breath and unblocked her.

Mom’s condition had been improving recently; the doctor said she’d regain consciousness in less than a month.

At this critical juncture, nothing could go wrong.

That evening, however, Mom’s monitoring equipment suddenly showed abnormal signals.

The on-call doctor rushed over, his face grave, and told me that the situation was critical.

We needed to contact a more authoritative specialist for emergency rescue, and urged me to contact Chloe immediately.

My head buzzed and exploded. My fingers trembled as I called Chloe.

The phone rang for a long time before it was answered.

Blake’s voice drifted slowly from the other end.

“What’s up? Chloe’s in the shower.”

I swallowed my humiliation and pleaded with him.

“My mom’s in trouble. Please, let Chloe answer the phone.”

Blake let out a cold snort.

“Your vegetative mom? How much money has Chloe wasted on her? How dare you still bother her? If you ask me, your mom should’ve died a long time ago.”

The call was ruthlessly hung up.

I didn't have time for anger. Trembling, I hailed a cab and rushed to Chloe’s residence.

When I opened the door, Blake sneered upon seeing me.

“You pauper, you’re impossible to shake off, aren’t you? What do you want? Wouldn’t it be better if your mom, that burden, was dead?”

I glared at him.

“Where’s Chloe?”

Blake chuckled.

“I wore her out pretty badly just now. She’s still passed out in the bedroom.”

My eyes red, I lunged towards the bedroom, but Blake blocked my path.

I pushed at him.

“Get out of the way! What right do you have to stop me from seeing my wife?”

Blake’s face turned furious, but quickly, a triumphant smile spread across it.

“Why so aggressive? This afternoon, I had the nurse change her treatment plan. Didn’t expect it to work so fast. You should be thanking me for helping your mom find her peace.”

I felt as if I’d been struck by lightning.

“What did you say?”

Blake’s smile turned sinister.

“Why would I let her wake up?”

He leaned closer, lowering his voice.

“Do you know why a pauper like you could even get close to a wealthy heiress like Chloe?”

“Because, a year ago, I was the one who hit your mom while driving drunk.”

“I was terrified and told Chloe about it. Chloe told me to go abroad to avoid trouble, and she’d handle the aftermath. You didn’t seriously think she fell in love with you, did you?”

“Her feelings for you were, at best, pity. Now that I’m back, you’re irrelevant.”

Blake’s voice hardened.

“Be smart and get lost. I will never let you or your mom ruin my peaceful life.”

Hearing his words, my head instantly exploded, buzzing wildly, and I almost lost my footing.

Just then, my phone vibrated.

Dad’s voice, sounding ten years older, came through the receiver.

“Leo, your mom is gone. She was always timid, and I’m afraid she’ll be lonely in heaven by herself. Dad’s going now too. From now on, you must live well on your own.”

My face instantly changed.

“Dad, where are you? Don’t do anything foolish. Wait for me there, I’m coming to find you now.”

But the only response was the howling wind and the screams of passersby: “Someone jumped!”

My phone slipped from my numb fingers.

A string in my heart snapped, completely and irrevocably.

I raised my head, no longer hysterical, just staring blankly at Blake.

Blake felt a shiver run down his spine under my gaze.

“This isn’t my fault. Your dad was just weak. People like that are better off dead anyway.”

I didn’t speak, scanning the room. My hand finally closed around a fruit knife on the coffee table.

“What are you going to do?”

Blake finally showed a flicker of fear.

I advanced on him, step by step, my voice eerily calm.

“I’m going to make you pay with your life.”

Just then, Chloe, woken by the commotion, opened the bedroom door.

Seeing the scene before her, the color drained from her face.

“Leo, don’t you dare!”

I felt like I’d heard the biggest joke in the world. Now, what was there that I wouldn’t dare to do?

I raised the knife high, put all my strength into it, and plunged it into Blake.