Before I walked away, I looked him in the eye and said, "If you have any respect left for me at all, you'll arrange our divorce soon."
Several weeks ago, during my annual health check-up, the doctor detected a risk of breast cancer. Although it hadn't been confirmed, he called multiple times, urging me to come for further tests.
However, to participate in the pottery competition, I begged the doctor to let me postpone the admission, afraid of missing the event. Little did I know that Ryan would betray me by stealing my work and teaming up with Kate to twist everything.
Thinking of this, I clenched the medical report in my hand.
Right then, the results came back quickly. Thankfully, it hadn't progressed to cancer. However, the doctor said I'd need a minimally invasive procedure to remove the affected area.
On the day of the surgery, headlines were flooded with news about Kate, praising her as a major contemporary pottery artist.
I looked at the articles and laughed bitterly.
How ironic.
Here I was, lying in a hospital bed while Kate stood on the highest stage, all because of my work.