Page 3 of My ex-boyfriend refuses to pay my medical expenses

After donating my kidney to Jacob, my already weakened body developed severe rejection reactions.

The subsequent treatment and recovery would cost a lot of money.

Jacob's career was finally taking offhow could I drag him back into poverty because of my illness?

I didn't want to stay by his side too long and risk him discovering my physical condition.

So I had to make up an excuse, telling him I couldn't handle the hardships anymore and had found a man who could give me a better life. I wanted to break up with him.

On the day we broke up, Jacob begged me desperately not to leave.

He couldn't believe that the woman who had stood by him when he had nothing, who had struggled alongside him, would leave him for such a ridiculous reason.

Though my heart ached so much I could barely breathe, I steeled myself and walked away.

Only if I left could Jacob focus on developing his career.

That way, my illness wouldn't burden him.

Just as I was about to disappear from his sight, Jacob suddenly looked up at me.

He asked, "Evelyn, if I succeed in the future, will you regret this?"

My steps faltered for a moment, then I masked the pain in my eyes.

I said, "No."

I thought to myself, "As long as you're okay, I'll never regret anything I've done."

But I would never get the chance to tell him those words.

I huddled in my cold rental room, looking at the blood seeping beneath me.

I knew clearly in my heart that even if I paid for medical treatment now, my body was beyond saving.

Maybe this was for the best.

If I died, Jacob probably wouldn't hate me so much anymore.

When people are about to die, they tend to remember the past.

That day, looking at my extremely thin, pale reflection in the mirror, I suddenly felt an urge to visit the school where Jacob and I had once studied together.

The school's exterior hadn't changed much. But the person who used to be by my side was no longer there.

I slowly shuffled forward when I suddenly heard commotion behind me.

Someone said, "Mr. Clark, as an honorary alumnus, your photo should certainly be displayed in the school. It's just that in all your school photos, Evelyn is always beside you. What should we do about this?"

After that livestream incident, almost everyone knew about the conflict between Jacob and me.

The school administration, afraid of offending Jacob, left the decision about how to handle the photos up to him.

In every single photo, I stood beside Jacob. Sometimes I smiled gently while looking at him. Sometimes I was laughing. More often, I simply stood quietly by his side.

Jacob stared at my familiar face in the photos and froze for a moment.

Seeing his silence, the school administrator assumed he was extremely annoyed by me and quickly reached out to take the photos back.

He said, "I'll have these photos destroyed immediately. Not a single one will be circulated."

But just as the administrator's hand was about to touch the photos, Jacob suddenly put them in his pocket.

He said, "No need. It's just a photo. I'm not that petty."

Deep down, he still couldn't bring himself to be completely heartless.

Even though our relationship had changed, those happy times we shared had been real.

Seeing this scene, I sighed.

Let this photo be my final gift to him.

Just as I was about to leave, a playful couple suddenly ran past behind me.

They were so focused on each other that they accidentally knocked me to the ground.

The couple immediately panicked and apologized to me.

I wanted to say I was fine, but my body was in excruciating pain.

I couldn't even stand up.

The commotion quickly caught Jacob's attention.

When Jacob's gaze fell on me lying on the ground, his body trembled violently.

He instinctively leaned forward, wanting to help me up.

But in the end, his rationality overcame his emotions.

Jacob pulled back his outstretched hand and said coldly, "Evelyn, you're really shameless. You've been following me this whole time. Don't you find it annoying?"

Jacob stood at the center of the crowd, basking in flowers and thunderous applause.

Meanwhile, I was covered in dirt, the only stain on his pristine life.

I knew I shouldn't be here. Silently, I picked myself up from the ground, wanting to leave.

But Jacob had no intention of letting me off easily. He signaled for the people around him to block my path.

"Evelyn, people can't be too greedy. I've already given you plenty of money, yet you're still not satisfied. No wonder you've become what you are nowyou deserve it."

Sadie, standing beside Jacob, was already upset that he wanted to keep our photos together.

Now, she finally found an outlet for her frustration.

She quickly grabbed my arm: "Evelyn, didn't I already transfer a million dollars to you privately? Why are you still bothering Jacob and me? Do you need me to divorce him before you'll be happy?"

Tears welled up in Sadie's eyes, making her look pitiful and vulnerable.

Jacob frowned deeply: "Not only do you ask me for money, but now you're harassing my wife. It seems I need to teach you a proper lesson, or you'll keep clinging to me."

He pulled out his phone and dialed the police.

"There's a beggar here committing fraud, and she's even trying to extort my wife. Please send someone to take her away immediately."

Jacob's eyes were filled with undisguised disgust.

I couldn't help but tremble all over.

No, I couldn't go with the police.

Time was running out. Caroline and I had arranged to meet at school one last time. She was one of the few people who knew the truth about what happened at Christmas.

Given my current physical condition, if I were thrown in jail, I would likely die there.

I couldn't go. Absolutely couldn't go.

Panicked with fear, I clutched my head and tried to run, but the crowd surrounded me.

I felt like I couldn't breathe, so I looked at Jacob pleadingly.

"I didn't mean to appear in front of you. I didn't ask her for money either. Please believe me."

Jacob thought I had done too many bad things and was afraid to go to the police station.

The more I pleaded, the more disappointed he became.

"You keep lying. Would Sadie lie to me? Evelyn, making mistakes isn't scarywhat's scary is becoming a liar who can't tell the truth."

The smugness in Sadie's eyes became more and more obvious, though she hid it well in front of Jacob.

"Jacob, why don't we give Evelyn one more chance? If she's willing to admit her mistakes, it shows she's truly repentant."

I was stunned. She wanted me to admit fault at the busy school entrance, crushing the last bit of my dignity?

Seeing me standing motionless, the people around began urging me on.

A woman said: "What are you standing there for? Mrs. Clark is being kind and giving you a chancehurry up and apologize!"

A man added: "Exactly! Otherwise, just the fraud charge alone will keep you in prison until you die!"

My already foggy mind became even more confused.

The blazing sun hung high overhead, making me dizzy and blurring my vision.

At that moment, only one thought remained in my mind: "It's okay, I'm going to die soon anyway."

Like a robot, I moved my body and bowed my head before everyone.

"I'm sorry, I was wrong. I'm shameless and have no dignity. I shouldn't have appeared in front of you. Please let me go."

I bit my lower lip hard, drawing blood.

Jacob hadn't expected me to actually apologize. After all, I used to be so proudI would rather die than bow my head.

His expression grew increasingly ugly. The laughter of the onlookers sounded particularly grating in his ears.

"All of you, shut up!" Jacob roared.

Just then, I couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed to the ground.

At the same time, Caroline, with her white hair, came running toward me from the school gate.

When she saw Jacob, Caroline was both anxious and furious, delivering a hard slap across his face.

"You fool! Evelyn's body is severely compromised from donating a kidney to you. How could you treat her like this?"