She Cheated and then Regreted So Much novel Chapter 3

The day I was discharged, Sarah suddenly texted me, saying she was coming to pick me up and to wait for her at the hospital.

I didn't reply.

And I didn't wait.

I picked up my medication and headed home.

When I walked through the door, the first thing I saw was Sarah, tenderly tending to William's "injury."

I glanced at the tiny cut—it probably didn't even need a band-aid, let alone all this fuss.

I thought back to last year, when I accidentally sliced my hand open on broken glass.

I'd asked Sarah to help me bandage it.

She wrinkled her nose in disgust.

"It's just a scratch. Just wrap it up yourself."

"And don't get your dirty blood on my hands."

I ended up taking a cab to the hospital and getting stitches on my own.

William looked up at the sound of the door opening and grinned brightly.

"James, you're back! I cut my hand a little, and Sarah freaked out."

"She insisted on disinfecting it for me."

I barely reacted. "Mm."

William shifted uncomfortably, making a show of wincing.

Sarah clicked her tongue in annoyance.

"Hold still. You're bleeding."

"You need to keep it properly wrapped."

William pouted.

"It's really not a big deal. Sarah just worries too much."

Sarah carefully pressed a band-aid onto his barely-there cut before finally sparing me a glance.

Her tone was mocking.

"What, done faking sick at the hospital?"

"You really wasted a hospital bed over some petty jealousy."

I let out a dry laugh.

So that's what she thought this whole time—that I was just being dramatic.

I didn't bother responding.

I grabbed my meds and headed straight to my room.

Sarah pushed the door open and walked in, her tone commanding. 

"Since you're back, go make dinner. William wants barbecue ribs."

I was in the middle of packing and rejected her without a second thought. 

"Not happening. Figure it out yourselves."

The moment I said that, Sarah's face twisted with anger.

"What do you mean 'figure it out'?"