Chapter 39 Hospital

<Mia>

My savings are depleting quickly because of him. It seems like all my hard-earned money goes to him. Now, I'm even buying bribes for our gossiping household staff. This is Ethan's debt to me.

"You took so long! I've been waiting for you for two hours, Princess Sarah," Hermione complained while wiping his wet hair. he didn't have a top on, having just finished taking a shower.

"Put on some clothes!" I ordered him, looking away.

"As if you haven't seen this before." he grinned.

"Ew! You're gross!" I reacted with disgust, and he just laughed.

"Do you have the money with you?"

I threw the brown envelope I was holding at him, and his face lit up. It was brighter than my future.

"Finally!" he exclaimed as she saw the contents.

"Leave me alone now." I sat down on the couch. "I had a hard time escaping because my husband is always watching me. He found out about Yunnie and me, and I'm just lucky he didn't report us. I have a feeling you might have spilled the beans to Pops."

"In your dreams. Maybe I want the world to know about our relationship," he grinned, so I threw a pillow at him.

"I need a freaking stress reliever. A hard f*ck!" I said in frustration.

"You idiot!" he cursed at me.

"Fine, bye! I'm leaving you here!"

he's such a five-and-a-half times idiot! he left me alone here, and now I have to pay the hotel fee all by myself again! This jerk! He's so stingy!

He looks like he's made of money!

"You're such an idiot! You might as well sin with the money!" I yelled in frustration at the door he left through.

I spent a few more minutes inside that damn room and decided to go to Ethan's clinic to have an excuse to see him. I didn't want to stay in the hotel for too long and exceed my budget. I'm trying to save a lot. I'll charge Ethan for his debt to me and use that money to buy snacks for his household staff.

I went to his clinic and was told that he was at the hospital. I asked his secretary where it was, and she informed me.

I made my way there, trying to remember the directions she gave me.

"Hello, is Doctor Ethan here?" I asked the receptionist.

"Doctor Ethan Mendoza?" She clarified.

"Yes, do you know where his clinic is?" I smiled.

"Just go straight, then turn left, and go straight again. Then turn left again. You'll see his name on the door, but his office is right at the entrance." She replied.

I said 'thank you' and left.

This hospital is huge.

I wonder what it feels like to be a doctor. All I know is what it feels like to be married to one. I can say it's nice because there are a lot of privileges and opportunities, and there's also a lot of money. Free check-ups, too.

"Doctor Ethan is so handsome." I paused my walk when I heard that.

"Yes, girl, he makes my panties drop. He looks so serious in his scrubs, and he's so hot in them! I'm swooning to the bones."

There were four nurses chatting.

Are they talking about my husband?

I stopped walking and approached them a bit.

"At least he's here!"

I could see their shock and disbelief.

"Are you eavesdropping on our conversation?" The bimbo-looking one asked.

"Isn't it obvious?" I retorted with an attitude.

"Isn't it rude to eavesdrop on other people's conversations? Weren't you taught manners by your parents?" The blonde-haired nurse shot back.

"Wasn't it taught not to flirt with a married man?" I raised an eyebrow at them.

They seemed taken aback by my response.

"He's not married, duh! And who is he married to? You?" She laughed sarcastically. "As if, girl!"

Little did they know, Ethan is married to me. I wanted to make them feel disappointed that the man they're crushing on is already taken.

"What if I told you he's married to me?" I grinned.

Why am I even getting into an argument with them? I want to make them feel disappointed that their crush is already married.

Why do they even like Ethan? Are all the doctors here old or something? He may be older, but he looks young because he takes care of his skin and follows a skincare routine!

"You're so full of yourself!" The horse-faced nurse glared at me.

I clenched my fist. I wasn't informed that the nurses would be able to stand here. Their faces are also thick. Maybe they are not paid enough so the doctor flirts.

I saw that one of them was stopping them.

"Are you Doc Ethan's wife?" One of them asked me gently so I raised an eyebrow at her.

"I heard that he's already married, but no one wants to believe it because all the nurses here have a crush on him," she said in a reserved tone.

"Isn't Ethan wearing his wedding ring?" I seethed with frustration. The thought bothered me. That woman was so flirty; maybe she enjoyed all the attention from women who were drawn to him.

"Lol, I don't believe you're his wife. Just look at yourself, girl. You look like a gas stove. Short and chubby," the women look like a duck, circling me with her gaze.

"What did you say?!" My temper flared at her words.

"I said, Doc doesn't like ugly girls like you!" she sneered.

After she said that, I slapped her hard across the face.

"I am not fat! Look at yourself first! Compared to you, you look like a duck with that long beak!" I retorted, giving her a taste of her own medicine. They gasped at my response, a group of cockroaches acting all high and mighty.

"It's true, you are fat!" another one of them chimed in, speaking up for the first time.

Despite their numbers, I was determined to stand my ground.

Suddenly, the woman look like duck pulled my hair, but I refused to back down and retaliated by grabbing her hair too. However, her friends joined in and started pulling at my hair as well.

I attempted to push them away so I could punch them one by one, but they had me cornered, and all four of them yanked at my hair simultaneously.

I felt like I was going to lose my hair. So many hands pulling at my locks, it was excruciating.

"What's the commotion here?!" I heard a man's voice interject.

"Help! There's a fight going on!" a woman's voice added.

I could feel the women who were pulling my hair being pulled away, but they didn't seem to want to stop.

I kept my head down and avoided eye contact.

He had been pacing in front of me for some time now. He ran his hand through his hair, looking visibly tired with deep bags under his eyes, like he hadn't slept in ages.

He let out another sigh, and his gaze lingered on me for a long moment.

"Hey..." I said softly.

He remained silent, and I couldn't decipher what he was thinking. I was nervous under his intense stare.

"I don't know what to do with you," he finally spoke, exhaling heavily once more. He seemed to be deeply troubled, his frustrations evident.

The whole hospital now knew what had happened, and they were aware that we were married.

I didn't expect things to turn out like this when I came here.

"I was happy when I heard that you were here, I was assuming that you were visiting me, but I didn't expect that you'd end up getting into a fight," he said with disappointment. He looked serious, and his handsome face showed no hint of any emotion, leaving me unable to read him.

This man was crafted to perfection. I wonder if he'd look beautiful as a woman. Maybe I'd still be attracted to him even then.

"They started it! They called me fat and short!" I defended myself.

He sighed again and sat beside me. "Where does it hurt?" he asked, concerned, as he examined my face.

He was also angry earlier when he found out that they ganged up on me. Thankfully, someone took care of those nurses. Someone had handled it for him because he was really furious earlier, but now he seemed to have calmed down. We had been in his clinic for over an hour now. One of his secretaries was waiting outside. I wasn't sure if she was really his secretary because I had only briefly talked to her earlier in his clinic.

"I'll make them pay for this." He clenched his fist, his mood turning sour. I tightly held his hand, trying to calm him down.

"Wife, please don't bring yourself into trouble. What if no one intervened, huh?" He gave me a gentle lecture.

I pouted, "Are you angry with me?"

He avoided my gaze. "I was... damn! I can't resist you. Seeing you here makes me feel calm and happy."

"You didn't come home." I said somewhat sadly.

"Because you locked our room door, I couldn't come in, so I decided to go out. If I stayed there, I might not be able to resist myself and end up breaking the door and cuddling up to you."

I knew he loved to sleep next to me and had gotten used to cuddling.

"Why is your phone off?"

I couldn't help but ask him suspiciously, "I don't know where my phone is." He answered with a deep sigh.

Suddenly, he lifted me and sat me on his lap, burying his face in my neck.

"I f*cking miss you," he said and hugged me tightly from the waist. He gently squeezed my waist, so I slapped his hand playfully.

"One of the nurses here said I'm fat." I complained to him.

"Am I fat?" I asked him.

"You're damn sexy," he praised me and hugged me tightly. He seemed like he missed me, but he also looked a bit disoriented.

I didn't believe what he said.

"They said I'm fat!" I repeated.

I really wasn't fat, and how could I gain weight when I barely eat? They say being brokenhearted makes you lose weight.

I sniffled. I was becoming body-conscious.

He raised his gaze, and worry now showed on his handsome face. "F*ck!" he cursed softly. "I'll fire that woman who told you that," he said firmly, gently wiping my face.

"That b*tchy nurse called me fat." I said as if I was being mistreated.

"You're not a chubby wife, you're actually sexy. Don't listen to her." He squeezed my belly again.

"They're just jealous of you because you have a handsome husband." He said proudly. "And this." He squeezed my belly again.

"And this, huh?!" I glared at him, "You keep pinching my belly!" I whined.

"I like it! Your baby fats are cute." He slightly smiled at me.

"So, you're saying I'm fat?"

"Yeah," he nodded.

He's just too honest. He was raised to be brutally honest.

"You're such a jerk!" I said, my eyes welling up.

"Chubby or not, I still love you. Besides, I prefer you gaining weight." He confessed.

I couldn't help but laugh at his response, despite the tears in my eyes. "You're unbelievable!"

He chuckled and hugged me tightly, "I mean it. I love you, no matter what."