My Husband's First Love Tried to Kill Me, But the Live Chat Saved My Life

During my second month in the private hospital, waiting for a heart transplant, I was scrolling through my phone to pass the time.

Suddenly, a line of glowing text drifted across the top of my screen:

[Shes here! Get your phone ready to record!]

[Record everything she does! This is your only evidence!]

Before I could even react, the ward door was pushed open. Rebecca Lawson, my husband's first love, walked in.

Instinctively, I switched my phone to video recording mode and slipped it under my blanket.

I closed my eyes and pretended to sleep. I felt her approach my bed, heard the rustle of the IV tube, and then the quiet click of her leaving.

Only after she left did I open my eyes.

The live comments on my screen had already exploded in real-time:

[She just injected an allergen into your IV line! Youre going to suffer cardiac arrest!]

[Your husband won't save you! Hes going to give your donor heart to Rebecca instead!]

[Trust me! Please! Call 911 now!]

I had no idea who was sending these live comments.

But my fingers were already pressing 91

By the time the police arrived, I could see my husband, Ethan Vance, from a distance.

He shielded Rebecca behind his back, telling the officers that she was the "victim" here.

The police seemed skeptical, but they still took notes as a matter of routine.

Nobody cared about me.

During the commotion, the vase on my bedside table was knocked to the ground. Shards of glass sliced open my calf.

I gasped in pain, but not a single person turned to look at my way.

[Forget about them! Backup the video now!]

[Upload it to the cloud! Otherwise, theyll delete it!]

[Hurry! While theyre not looking!]

Gritting my teeth, I used every ounce of my strength to push myself up from the hospital bed. I quickly backed up the video from my phone to my cloud storage.

The live comments finally sighed in relief:

[Okay, okay, its safe now.]

[Its going to hurt like hell next. Hold on.]

[The ambulance is on its way.]

Sure enough, a moment later, my entire body began to tremble violently.

My chest felt as if it were being crushed by a giant fist.

I curled up on the bed, cold sweat soaking through my hospital gown.

But Ethan didn't even glance at me. He only threw a cold word in my direction: "Stop faking it."

The pain was so intense that sweat poured down my face, and blood began to trickle from the corner of my mouth.

The live comments kept refreshing:

[Hes just a piece of trash. Dont rely on him.]

[Youve already changed the first step of your fate!]

[Hold on just a little longer! Someone is coming to save you!]

I didn't know who would come to save me.

But the live comments had never lied to me.

Catching a glimpse of the remaining fluid in the IV tube, I gritted my teeth and squeezed out a final plea for help with my raspy voice.

"Help... please..."

An officer standing closest to me finally noticed. He turned his head and looked at me.

But his eyes were filled with nothing but disdain and mockery.

He tapped my bedpost with his boot.

"Mrs. Vance, stop acting. Everyone at the station knows how much you hate Miss Lawson. I didn't expect you to go so far as to inject yourself with allergens just to get attention. Mr. Vance has already gone to take care of Miss Lawson. No one is watching your little show."

"Honestly, I kind of admire your dedication to a man. Too bad Mr. Vance only has eyes for Miss Lawson. Youd better pray shes fine, or Mr. Vance might just divorce you right on the spot!"

I knew Ethan didn't love me, but I never expected even outsiders to look at me with such cruelty.

The sharp, stabbing pain in my chest made it impossible for me to make another sound.

My pale skin was quickly breaking out in hives from the severe allergic reaction.

All the police officers were busy comforting Rebecca. Not a single person asked about my condition.

As my consciousness began to fade, I heard someone nearby exclaim in surprise:

"Oh my god! Why is there so much blood on the floor? Oh no, did something actually go wrong with Mrs. Vance?"

"What could possibly go wrong? Shes just doing this to force Mr. Vance to look at her. Shes been making a scene all day. Fine, go call Mr. Vance and see if hell come."

But I didn't get Ethan's concern. I only got his ruthless interrogation.

His hand, wearing a luxury watch, slapped me twice across the face.

"Chloe, what the hell are you playing at? Do you think this will clear your suspicion?"

My head snapped to the side from the force, blood trickling from my lip.

The live comments were furiously spamming the screen:

[Im remembering this slap!]

[He will pay for this sooner or later!]

[Stay strong, girl! Don't cry!]

I swallowed the metallic taste of blood in my mouth. I didn't cry.

I wanted to explain, but my throat was too swollen to utter a single word.

I could only reach out and grab his sleeve.

The live comments screamed:

[Don't beg him! Its useless!]

[He won't believe you!]

[Let go! Let him leave!]

He hesitated for two seconds, but then he violently shook off my hand.

"Do you know Rebecca almost died because of you? And yet, shes still begging me to forgive you!"

I watched his retreating figure as he turned and walked away.

The live comments went quiet for a second, then said:

[Its okay. We don't need him.]

The next second, I heard someone scream:

"Blood! Shes coughing up blood!"

Then came Ethans cold voice from the hallway:

"Ignore her! Shes just faking it!"

The intense pain rushed over me, and my vision went black.

[Hold on, girl!]

[The delivery guy is almost here!]

[Just one more minute!]

Before I lost consciousness, my last thought was: *Who is the delivery guy?*

When I woke up, a strange man was sitting by my bed.

Seeing me open my eyes, he let out a sigh of relief.

"Youre awake? Im a family member of a patient in the next ward. I came in to borrow a charger and saw you seizing on the floor, so I called the doctors."

I opened my mouth, wanting to say thank you.

He waved his hand. "Don't worry about it. By the way, the doctor said your heart took a massive hit this time. Your chances of a successful transplant in the future are very low."

I froze.

The live comments drifted across my screen:

[Its him! He was the one who saved you in your past life too!]

[May good karma follow him forever!]

[Remember his face!]

Looking at this stranger, I suddenly didn't feel so afraid anymore.

"Thank you for saving me."

Even a complete stranger could tell at a glance that something was seriously wrong with me, yet the husband I had been married to for three years couldn't be bothered to look at me once.

Seeing my depressed state, he seemed even angrier than I was.

"I don't know whats wrong with the doctors in this hospital. How could they just leave a patient dying on the floor?"

"If I hadn't walked past, youd be dead by now! Where is your family? Doesn't your husband care?"

"Give me his number. Ill call him. You shouldn't be left alone right now."

"And that woman named RebeccaIve already reported her. Faking an illness to frame someone else... having someone like that in this hospital is a hazard!"

I shook my head, able to produce only a faint whisper.

"My husband is dead."

Hearing this, his face filled with sympathy.

He offered to stay and look after me until I was discharged.

I politely declined his kindness.

After transferring the medical expenses back to him via PayPal, I convinced him to leave.

Though he left, the storm online was just beginning.

The scandal of "The Wife of Vance Medical Group's CEO Self-Harms to Beg for Love" carried its own traffic.

Right now, it had surged to the number one trending topic on Instagram and Twitter.

A patient's family member had posted a photo of me collapsed on the floor in the comments section.

Instantly, the internet exploded. Everyone was calling me a manipulative psycho who would do anything to keep her man.

They accused me of throwing stones at a real patient, Rebecca.

They said if that was the case, I deserved to be abandoned and shouldn't shamelessly try to guilt-trip true love.

I scrolled through the endless cyberbullying comments.

The live comments said:

[Don't be sad. The truth will come out.]

[The video in your hand is your trump card.]

[Let them play their little games for a few more days.]

I turned off my phone and took a deep breath.

Fine. I would wait.

Just as I opened Snapchat to send him a text about getting a divorce, Rebeccas bragging message popped up first.

As it turned out, she was also in this hospital, staying on the VIP floor right above me.

In the photo, Ethan was personally feeding her soup. Afraid she might burn herself, he was gently blowing on it.

I had seen countless photos of their intimacy before.

I quietly closed the chat window and called Ethan.

On the fifth attempt, he finally picked up. His voice was irritated to the extreme.

"You still have the nerve to call? Are you calling to check if Rebecca is dead? Let me tell you, shes alive and well! Your plan failed! Chloe, how can you be so vicious? What did Rebecca ever do to you that made you want to kill her?"

"Chloe, I must have been blind to marry you! Do you even realize what you did? You committed attempted murder! If anything had happened to Rebecca, I would have never forgiven you!"

Before I could speak, Rebeccas whimpering voice sounded from his end.

"Ethan, don't blame Chloe. Its all my fault. If she says I injected the medicine myself, then let's just say I did. Don't fight with her. A patient shouldn't get too emotional."

Ethan let out a long sigh, his voice thick with disappointment.

"Youre just too kind. Thats why she keeps stepping all over you! She wanted your life, and youre still begging for her!"

"Don't worry about this anymore. This time, Im going to teach her a lesson shell never forget!"

As the two of them continued their sickening display, I spoke up calmly:

"Sure. Let's get a divorce. I agree. Ill send you the papers. Just sign them."

Ethan clearly didn't expect me to be the one to bring up divorce.

He froze for a second, then exploded with fury. But before he could launch into a tirade, I hung up.

[YEAH!!!]

[Finally standing up for yourself, girl!]

[Good riddance! Why keep a trash man like him around?]

The live comments cheered in celebration.

Before I could block his number, a barrage of texts flooded in.

"Where are you? Chloe, have you lost your mind today? I let things slide before because you were sick, and now you're pushing your luck?"

"Do you think hiding behind your illness will save you from the law? Let me tell you, Rebecca might be too kind to press charges, but I won't let you off! Divorce? In your dreams! You will apologize to Rebecca and get her forgiveness first!"

"Also, take down the news online immediately! Don't force me to expose your real face to the public!"

I stared at the toxic messages on the screen.

The live comments said:

[Don't read them. Just block him.]

I did exactly that.

And then I realized I wasn't as sad as I thought I would be.

Probably because the live comments had already prepared me for this.

A few nurses walked in to change my IV. Not noticing my expression, they started gossiping among themselves.

"The guy upstairs is so handsome. Ive never seen a couple look so perfect together! I heard theyve been together since high school. True high school sweethearts. I'm so jealous."

"Your news is outdated. The latest is that Mr. Vance actually rented out a whole kitchen section in the hospital's VIP nutrition department just to cook her soup himself every day!"

"I went to check her blood pressure earlier, and Mr. Vance wouldn't even let me touch her. He had to wrap the cuff himself. Now thats a real, loving husband!"

I stared blankly at the needle marks on the back of my hand.

My arm, covered in hives, was itching and burning.

Once they left, I felt a wave of relief. I gasped for air, trying to fill my lungs, but my chest felt too tight to let any oxygen in.

That evening, the doctor came to check on me. He said my heart had suffered severe damage from the allergic reaction. Even if a donor organ became available, the success rate of the transplant would be less than thirty percent.

Hearing this, I fell silent for a long time.

The live comments said softly:

[Its okay. You can still live a good life on your own.]

I nodded.

Once everyone left the room, I pulled out my phone to check the latest updates online.

The cyberbullying had reached an uncontrollable peak, forcing the hospital's PR head to release a statement.

However, his explanation was that the allergy incident was entirely self-inflicted by me.

He claimed that out of jealousy, I had intentionally injected myself to frame Rebecca.

Not only did I waste the hospitals emergency resources, but I also dragged their outstanding young entrepreneur, Mr. Vance, into the dirt.

In the video, the PR head kept saying he hoped the public would let this matter go.

But every single word he spoke was guiding the publics rage directly toward me.

To make the video more believable, Ethan had registered a verified account under his real name and posted a photo of our marriage certificate.

His move officially hammered me to the cross of public outrage.

The anger previously directed at the hospital instantly turned on me.

My Instagram page was flooded with hate, and the platform eventually banned my account.

Any explanations I tried to post were immediately drowned out by the waves of insults.

Over the next few days, I could feel the hostile glares from the medical staff.

If it weren't for their basic professional ethics, they probably would have thrown me out of the hospital already.

Every day, I received packages from unknown senders. Without exception, they were filled with razor blades, hate mail, and death threats.

Faced with all of this, I never uttered a single word of defense.

I only waited until the day the doctor cleared me for discharge to send Ethan one final message.

"Tomorrow morning, family court. Let's sign the divorce papers."

He seized the opportunity to call me back immediately.

"What, finally can't hide anymore? Have the face to show up? I warned you, and I gave you a chance. You refused to clear the rumors online, so don't blame me for being ruthless now!"

"If Rebecca hadn't begged me not to press charges, youd be sitting in a prison cell right now! And you still show no gratitude? Fine, well divorce! But remember, its not me abandoning youits you who doesn't deserve to be my wife! A vicious woman like you deserves to die alone!"

He slammed the phone down before I could reply.

I silently opened the recorded video on my phone, making sure the backup was intact.

The next morning, after checking out of the hospital, I took my documents and drove straight to the family court.

But when the time came, the person who showed up was Rebecca.

"I told you, you could never win against me. Your husband is nothing but my loyal dog."

Looking at my chest, she feigned a shocked expression. "Oh my, that broken heart is still beating? What a pity. Abandoned by everyone... tied to a sickly body like yours, you really won't live long, will you?"

How did she know about my heart's condition?

Before I could wrap my head around it, my hand had already smacked across her face.

The live comments gasped:

[??? She knows the future!]

[Is she a reincarnator too?!]

[Oh my god, both of you can see the future!]

I froze in place.

Was she also... warned by some kind of live chat?

Having just left the hospital, I was extremely weak and didn't have much strength.

Yet, she fell straight to the ground.

"Rebecca!"

Ethan rushed over from behind me, violently shoving me aside.

I tumbled down the concrete steps of the courthouse, my forehead slamming against the sharp edge of the stairs. Blood immediately began to pour down my face.

Ethan held her tightly in his arms. As if suddenly remembering something, he snapped his head toward me.

"What did you do to Rebecca?! Are you trying to hurt her again?!"

I struggled to climb back up, my movements stiff and painful from my fresh wounds.

Clutching my aching chest, I looked at him with nothing but pure mockery.

"My heart? What, can a discarded patient still receive the concern of the great CEO of Vance Medical Group?"

"You truly are the perfect man praised by the entire internet. Its deeply moving. But your concern is wasted. The transplant opportunity is gone. It died on the day of my allergic reaction."

"By the way, congratulations to the happy couple. Though I wonder how many good days you have left. Enjoy them while you can, because next time you want to see your wife, youll have to visit her in prison."

Ethan's brow furrowed tightly, his face twisting with rage.

"Chloe, do you have to be so venomous? I am the CEO of the group; managing the hospital is my duty. When you injected yourself that day, I didn't hold you legally responsible and even got you a doctor. And now you're blaming me?"

"What right do you have to speak to me like that! You have no right!"

"What did you do to Rebecca? She just said her chest hurts! Chloe, if you dare touch a single hair on her head again, I will destroy you! Do you think faking an illness will make me soft? In your dreams!"

I looked into his eyes.

The eyes I once loved now held nothing but disgust and suspicion.

The live comments said:

[Its not too late to see him for what he really is.]

I smiled.

Yes, it wasn't too late.

He helped Rebecca up and prepared to walk toward me.

Rebecca let out a well-timed gasp of pain, immediately making him stop.

"Are you okay? Where does it hurt? Should I take you back to the hospital? Your body just recovered, we can't take any risks."

"I'm fine... don't be mad at Chloe. Its all my fault. I shouldn't have gone to her ward that day to make her angry. If I had known she hated me so much, I would have stayed away. Its all my fault..."

Her tears fell right on cue.

Ethan's eyes immediately reddened with pity.

Their public display of affection made my stomach churn with disgust.

I couldn't help but cut them off:

"Are you two done with the drama? If you're done, let's go inside and sign the papers."

"I'm clearing the spot for you guys, so you don't have to keep sneaking around."

The moment I spoke, his anger flared again.

"Chloe, is your heart made of stone? Can't you see how badly youve hurt Rebecca?"

"I order you to apologize to her right now!"

Laughing at his sheer shamelessness, I caught sight of the smug smirk on Rebeccas face behind his back. I said coldly:

"The only blind one here is you! You pushed me down the stairs. Did you apologize to me? What right do you have to call yourself a husband? By leaving me to die during my allergic attack?"

"Or by spending the entire year of my hospitalization sleeping with another woman?"

His eyebrows shot up, and he roared at me:

"Because you tried to take Rebecca's life! Did you think about the consequences when you injected her with that drug? She almost died! A monster like you doesn't deserve to talk about love!"

"I thought giving you a week to cool off would make you reflect, but it seems that was completely useless!"

"A lunatic who has lost her mind like you belongs in jail! Rebecca was too foolish to let it go, but I won't! Divorce? You won't get a single penny! If you want to live, beg Rebecca for forgiveness!"