Karen showed no concern for my feelings. "I knew you’d act like this. This is why I didn't tell you about this. You're always jumping to conclusions."
I scolded her, "Am I supposed to share my wife with someone else? Karen, do you even see me as your husband?"
Karen's face hardened. She then spoke with a defensive tone, "Hugo has a terminal illness and only two months left. Why are you competing with a dying man? Can you have some compassion, for once?"
These words were spoken in a noble and moral manner and the anger that filled my chest was suddenly blocked in my throat.
Karen said again, "Sam, don’t be selfish. I stayed by your side when you were hospitalized after the car accident. How could I watch Hugo suffer alone now?"
Hugo cut in, "I’m sorry, Sam. I know the accident back then made you delay your wedding and leave you with regrets. I should not have any hope of being with Karen with my broken body and the limited days that I have. I truly don’t deserve Karen. This wedding should have you as the main character instead."
Although Hugo’s words sounded so noble, I knew he was mocking me. He hinted that I used my accident to gain her sympathy.