Her Assistant

My name is Victor Wilson, and I have been married to Gloria Sue for three years. In these three years, I've lived like a humble, desperate fool, but even so, I still believed that as long as I could be with her, everything would be worth it. Gloria Sue has a constitution that makes it hard for her to conceive. To help her carry our child, I sought help from every doctor and remedy I could find, until I finally found an old traditional Chinese medicine doctor. He told me that through acupuncture therapy, I could regulate my body, increasing Gloria's chances of getting pregnant. From then on, I embarked on a long and painful journey of acupuncture treatments and body conditioning. Three times a week, without fail, I endured a full ninety-nine acupuncture sessions. Every acupuncture treatment left me drenched in cold sweat from the pain. But just the thought of someday having a child with Gloria Sue made all that pain feel like nothing. Finally, my efforts bore fruit. My body grew stronger than ever, and I eagerly awaited the arrival of new life with a heart full of joy. Yet fate had a cruel joke waiting for me. That day, the company suddenly caught fire; the flames instantly swallowed the entire office. I was terrified, running desperately toward the exit with only one thought burning in my mind: survive. I have to get back to Gloria Sue. Just as I was about to escape the inferno, a sudden, searing pain exploded in my back. A shadow swung a baseball bat, smashing viciously into my lower body. I collapsed to the ground, wracked with pain. When I turned my head, it was Gloria Sue's newly hired secretary, Harvey Shane. He glared at me with fierce hatred and shouted, "If you hadn't run faster than me to block my path, I wouldn't have been burned in the fire and lost my ability. It's all your fault!" After saying that, he struck a few more blows and then fled in the chaos. I lay on the ground, blood pooling beneath me, the searing pain nearly making me pass out. Shaking, I pulled out my phone to call the police, and then I lost consciousness. When I came to again, I was already lying in a hospital bed. Weakly opening my eyes, I saw Gloria Sue sitting beside me. With a heart full of grievances, I poured out Harvey Shane's cruel actions to her, hoping she could help me get justice. But she looked at me coldly and said, "You're just having a stress-induced hallucination. No one has hurt you." I couldn't believe my ears and broke down as I asked her why she didn't believe me. She glanced at me sideways, her tone indifferent: "Harvey, a man, must be shattered by this blow." "You need to be more patient with him. If you restore your health properly, you'll definitely get me pregnant." At that moment, it felt like a blade pierced through my heart. I gave so much for her, yet in her heart, I was worth nothing at all. That night, I kept passing blood when I urinated, enduring unbearable pain. But the doctor told me that all the doctors were stationed outside Harvey Shane's ward; no one dared leave without Gloria Sue's permission. I lay on the hospital bed, staring at the ceiling, tears silently streaming down my face. In that moment of despair, I finally gave up—after all these years of true devotion, it had all been for nothing.