Chapter 3
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The apartment was so crappy, water leaked through the bathroom tiles. The neighbor downstairs called the cops, saving his life.
I hadn't even reached the front of the fried chicken line before the ambulance hauled me off to the hospital to pay the bills.
In the story, Kyle Lowell is the female lead's childhood sweetheart.
He always watched over her silently, deeply in love.
Later, she fell for the male lead. Kyle tried desperately to break them up, eventually going bankrupt and eended up in this dump trying to end it all.
Meanwhile, I'm the real heiress switched at birth, but my family only loved the fake heiress. I was obsessed with the male lead and tormented the female lead, which, of course, backfired spectacularly.
Thanks to the female lead's clever counterattack, Kyle and I were forced to married. Perfectly "balanced" misery.
The same day Kyle tried to die, I swallowed a bunch of sleeping pills. The cops found a bunch of empty bottles in the room.
No wonder the ambulance dragged me in too. They were probably worried I'd croak before someone paid the bill.
Hmph!
Stomach pumping plus Kyle's treatment cost thousands.
I had no money, so I went to his hospital room to make him figure it out.
I pushed the door open. Kyle was awake.
His eyes were dull, his thin lips pressed tight, his handsome face unnervingly pale.
He looked like a cornered swan, radiating stubborn despair.
I called his name, but he didn't respond, just stared blankly out the window.
Right. He only married me because the female lead forced his hand. There were no feelings between us.
Damn.
Calling his name twice made my throat hurt.
That doctor who pumped my stomach was a trainee who jabbed the tube down wrong seven or eight times before a senior doctor took over.
And she had the nerve to giggle and say "I'm new, I was so scared!"
Just wait. When I feel better, I'm going back to slap that grin off her face.
Kyle stiffened on the bed, suddenly turning to look at me.
His gaze was full of confusion... and shock.
