My husband's childhood sweetheart, Bella, sent me a wedding gift. It was a box full of her cat's fur. I didn't know until I opened it. My asthma immediately flared up. We were out of medicine at home, so I called my husband, Ethan, who worked at a pharmacy, begging for help. He ignored Bella's tantrums and delivered the medicine, saving my life. But the next day, he locked me in our bedroom with a dead cat and laughed as I screamed in agony. "If it weren't for you, Bella wouldn't have killed herself! You have to pay with your life!" It turned out that Bella, jealous that Ethan had left her to help me, jumped off a building with her pregnant cat. Ethan blamed me and wanted revenge. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day my asthma flared up. This time, I called 911 immediately. Ethan ran to Bella without hesitation. But later, he regretted everything. 1 As the air was slowly sucked out of my lungs, the intense suffocation cleared my mind instantly. I opened my eyes. The next second, I threw the gift box in my hand as hard as I could. With a loud thud, cat fur floated into the air. I instinctively covered my nose and mouth, but my body erupted into violent coughs, twisting me into a painful knot. Nebulizer... I fell to the floor, my brain screaming for the medicine. But the familiar scene made me realize: I had been reborn. Ethan's terrifying laughter from my past life echoed in my mind. I couldn't stop shaking, gasping for air as I crawled towards the sofa. This time, I grabbed my phone and dialed 911 without hesitation. After giving my situation and address, and hearing the confirmation on the other end, I collapsed completely. As my consciousness faded, I banged my head against the floor to stay awake with the pain. Only when I saw figures in white coats did I let the darkness take me. When I opened my eyes again, the bright hospital lights made my eyes water. The suffocation in my chest was gone, and the smell of disinfectant, usually unpleasant, felt incredibly reassuring. "If you're feeling okay, you can go pay the bill now." After the nurse left, I threw off the blanket and walked out. Besides paying the bill, there was something I needed to confirm personally. Stopping in front of the hospital pharmacy, I called my husband, Ethan. He picked up quickly. "Honey, are you at the hospital?" "Yeah, I'm busy." He hung up the next second, but right before the call ended, I heard a faint "meow." And in the pharmacy window, there were different faces, but no Ethan. I let out a bitter laugh, my heart aching. Then, I felt a mocking gaze from afar. Walking closer to the window, I saw that Ethan was indeed absent. His colleague, Mark, was on duty. He glanced at me sideways while typing on his keyboard. "Picking up medicine?" I needed more nebulizer medicine for home anyway. Just as I was about to speak, he stopped typing and gave me a malicious smile. "Show me your medical record and prescription." I gestured politely at the computer in front of him. "The hospital's electronic system is synced. You can just check it there." He acted like he didn't hear me, not even glancing at the screen. "Sister-in-law, everyone else brings a slip. Why do you have to be special?" Then he opened his mouth in exaggerated surprise. "Oh, does your family own the hospital?" "I don't have Ethan's good temper. I won't make exceptions for you." 2 His voice was loud enough for everyone around to hear. People in line behind me started to grumble. "Just do what the doctor says! Why are you wasting time?" "Is she trying to get medicine without paying? That's ridiculous!" ... Hospitals are crowded places. Seeing a commotion, people started gathering around. Passersby stretched their necks to see what was happening. More and more people surrounded me, making the already stuffy air even thinner. My throat started to itch again. I coughed twice, but Mark looked at me with pure disdain. "What? You don't follow the rules, you're in the wrong, and now you're pretending to be pitiful?" "Sister-in-law, save your energy. Ethan told me you love putting on a show." As soon as he finished, I felt mocking gazes from all directions. Humiliated and suffocating, the feeling of despair almost overwhelmed me. "Give me the medicine... I need—" I leaned against the wall, gasping for air, looking at him, but he interrupted me. "Nice acting, but I'm not buying it!" I had felt this crushing despair in my last moments in my previous life. That day, my asthma flared up, and we were out of medicine. I called Ethan at the pharmacy immediately. When we were dating, he promised me after learning about my condition: "Xu Jie, I'll be the person who brings you medicine the moment you need it." He delivered the medicine as promised, saving my life. But his childhood friend, Bella, jumped off a building with her pregnant cat because he didn't answer her call and didn't arrive in time. He seemed fine, just helped his friend with her funeral and buried her cat. Respecting the dead, I didn't tell him that Bella's gift had caused my attack. After everything, he looked at me even more lovingly, bought a whole box of medicine, and scolded me gently to be more careful. I thought our marriage was finally on the right track. But the next morning, I woke up suffocating. I opened my eyes to find the dead cat in my arms, its fur stained with dried blood. I screamed and ran to the door, only to find it locked. I frantically opened the bottles of medicine he bought, but they were all empty. I wailed in despair on the floor, while his maniacal laughter came from outside. "If not for you, Bella wouldn't have killed herself!" "We were together for so long and you were fine. Why did you have an attack right then? You did it on purpose to call me away when Bella and Kitty needed me most!" "Xu Jie, you have to pay with your life!" I used my last bit of strength to bang on the door, begging him to save me. Until I stopped breathing, he never opened the door. That's when I realized how important Bella, his "little sister," was to him. Before our wedding, he pushed aside all preparations to help her find an apartment and a job. Now, he pushed me into the abyss for her. I was too naive to think marriage would fix everything. To him, marriage and love could be given to two different people. When I came back to reality, my vision was blurry, and Mark's face was doubling. "Please, give me the medicine." I bowed down at the window, begging. The last thing I heard was a scream. "Someone fainted! Get a doctor!" 3 When I opened my eyes again, Mark's face was right in front of me. This time, his eyes were full of worry and guilt, completely different from before. Seeing me awake, he started apologizing. "Sister-in-law, I'm so sorry! Ethan told me this morning you'd come to cause trouble, so I..." He slapped himself lightly. "I didn't know you really had asthma!" I sat up and looked around. The culprit was still missing. Mark seemed to notice my gaze and quickly pulled out his phone. "Sister-in-law, don't move. I'll call Ethan!" While dialing, he muttered to himself. "Why isn't he picking up..." He must have been rejected countless times while I was unconscious. And Ethan... He was probably enjoying his time with Bella, not wanting to be disturbed. I took a deep breath, but my chest still hurt. Surprisingly, I heard Ethan's voice the next second. "What is it? I told you, just tell that bitch to get lost." "Kitty just had kittens, and Bella and I are celebrating. Don't ruin the mood!" Mark's smile froze on his face. I coughed a few times, laughing at my own foolish hope. Mark leaned in anxiously, but I waved him off. Ethan's voice got louder on the phone. "See? I told you she's good at acting! She's doing it again, isn't she?" Then, a female voice spoke up. "Ethan, don't be mad. Sister Xu Jie probably didn't mean it..." Hearing that sweet voice reminded me of the box of cat fur. And the note inside: "Sister Xu Jie, I heard you have asthma? I just got a kitten." "Ethan will be visiting me often, so he'll smell like cats. I'm helping you get used to it." Malice wrapped in sweetness. And now she was playing innocent. "Bella, you're too kind." Hearing Ethan's voice soften with affection, my heart sank. Mark looked awkward, his hand frozen in the air. "Ethan, if you want to keep your job, come to the hospital right now." Silence fell on the other end. Mark froze too. A moment later, Ethan's angry voice exploded in the room. "Xu Jie, who do you think you are? What right do you have to say that?" Then, he hung up. Mark scratched his head awkwardly. "Sister-in-law, is there anything I can help with—" I interrupted him. "You and Ethan are from the same hometown, right? You grew up together?" He nodded. I beckoned him closer and whispered. "Do something for me..." Not long after Mark left the room. Ethan, who was just yelling on the phone, showed up with Bella, and... Two kittens in her arms. 4 I instinctively shrank back, shouting at the kittens: "Get out!" Ethan patted Bella's back soothingly, his face turning stormy. "Xu Jie, you're not going to die from that distance. Stop acting! Can't you talk properly?" Of course, he thought I was faking it again, even though I was lying in a hospital bed. Maybe because in my past life, I never had an attack in front of him. He even joked privately: "Did you fake your medical records just to hit on me at the pharmacy?" I met him when I went to pick up medicine and fell in love at first sight. The one time I had an attack, it proved my condition but led to Bella's suicide. So he believed I used my illness as a tool for attention. I covered my nose and mouth, suppressing my anger as Ethan walked closer with his arm around Bella's waist. Suddenly, a nurse shouted: "What are you doing? Don't you know the patient had two asthma attacks today?" They were "escorted" out by the nurse. When he returned, he was alone. It seemed his job was important enough to make him compromise. But he still looked impatient, chin raised, looking down at me. "You're not dead yet, are you? You look like you're about to kick the bucket." Even though he was a few steps away, I still felt uneasy, worried about lingering cat dander on his clothes. I pinched my nose and pointed behind him. "Stand further back." His patience ran out, and his face twisted in anger. "Xu Jie, what do you want?" "Come here, go away... are you playing with me?!" Seeing his rage gave me a strange sense of satisfaction. I chuckled. "No." "I want you to kneel and beg for my forgiveness." His jaw dropped, eyes bulging. He enunciated every word, fueled by fury. "Me? Kneel? To you?" "Why should I?" I replied calmly. "Because if I want, I can make you pack up and leave right now." He stared at me for a long time, scanning me up and down, then burst into laughter. Shoulders shaking, bending over with laughter. Then, he looked at me with pure malice. "I think you've lost your mind." I didn't care, smiling as he walked away. I felt a little sorry for him. He personally threw away the only chance I gave him. I opened my contacts and dialed a number I hadn't called in a long time.
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