Chapter 9
To get to the airport, we had to take a local car.
I specifically arranged for a car just for Angie to take her straight to the airport.
“Dominick, Angie’s condition can’t wait. You should take her back home first.”
“I’ll settle the hospital bills and cancel the accommodation before I return.”
Dominick nodded urgently, not even sparing me a glance.
At precisely 4:30 p.m., the typhoon hit landfall.
If I guessed right, their car would likely break halfway, and they wouldn’t make it to the plane on time.
Outside, the wind howled, and rain pelted down. Thick tree branches snapped and flew through the air.
I drew the curtains shut and comfortably lay down on the hotel’s large bed to sleep.
I casually returned one of them.
The person on the other end told me that my husband had his leg crushed by a car during the typhoon and needed an amputation.
I thought to myself, “Dominick really has a knack for staying alive.”
I had a leisurely local breakfast before slowly heading to the hospital.
Dominick was unconscious in the hospital bed, his head wrapped in thick bandages.
I lifted the blanket and saw that everything below his abdomen was mangled. His legs turned to pulp.
Angie, lying beside him, had been diagnosed as being in a vegetative state by the doctors.
I had the option to withdraw life support.
But as I looked at the pair of them, one crippled, the other in a coma, I had a better idea.
“Doctor, I’ll sign the consent form, but I can’t afford anesthesia.
“Just go ahead with the amputation.”
I sat outside the operating room,
Dominick’s gut–wrenching screams came in waves, rising and falling.
I guessed he’d pass out from the pain, only to wake up and scream again.
By the time the doctor wheeled him out, Dominick had lost everything below his waist.
When he regained consciousness, his first question was about Angie.
I pointed to the bed on the left and told him she was now a vegetable.
“Why? Why did this happen?”
Dominick beat the bed with his hands in fury, but he lost his balance and tumbled off.
For someone who’d lost his lower half, staying balanced was a struggle.
I stood by and told him this was fate–no one could
escape
a typhoon.
“It was you! You ripped Angie’s oxygen hose and left her at the bottom of the sea!”
Dominick accused me loudly.
People around us could only stare at him in shock.
I showed him the surveillance footage from the yacht.
In the video, Angie was the one tampering with the oxygen hose. I had nothing to do with it.
“You… you knew all along?”
I held Dominick by the arm, making him listen carefully.
“Yes, I knew. And that’s exactly why you should be thankful for my mercy. After all, I let you both live.”
Back home, Zoya sent me the results of the financial investigation.
Angie owed nearly a million dollars in high–interest loans outside. With the added interest, the debt had ballooned to five million dollars.
best makeup and clothes.
“Their family’s income was low; they couldn’t afford it. So, she kept borrowing and using loans to pay off
loans.
“Dominick’s salary over the years had gone into paying off her debts.”
It seemed I had been their ideal fool in my past life.
Not only had I cleared their debts, but I’d also made
them rich.
And in the end, I died silently at the bottom of the sea, not leaving them a shred of trouble.
I flipped through Angie’s old photos in her phone album.
Though the pixels were blurry, you could still tell that she and Dominick were closer than siblings should be.
With these photos, I convinced my father to let me divorce Dominick.
He was sent back to his family’s old apartment complex in a taxi, his luggage piled in the trunk like garbage.
Angie lay quietly in her bed.
She needed someone to feed her, clean her waste, and bathe her regularly.
She would rely on other people for the rest of her life.
“Dominick, now Angie can finally enjoy your undivided care. Isn’t that wonderful?”
I tossed the debt collectors‘ threatening letters onto his
bed.
“But you’ll have to figure out how to deal with these debts.”
“This time, I won’t be bailing you out.”
Suddenly, there was a loud banging on the door
outside, accompanied by crude cursing.
Dominick trembled and crawled under the bed, leaving a wet stain trailing behind him.
