My Wife Ran Me Over on My Birthday. Now, I'm Getting Revenge.

Synopsis

On my birthday, I was burning up with a 104-degree fever, but Claire refused to take me to the hospital. She told me to get a cab. On the way, my ride was T-boned in a horrific crash. As I lay bleeding out, drifting in and out of consciousness, a familiar voice cut through the ringing in my ears. The person looked down at the smashed cake on the asphalt, frowning. "Damn it. The birthday cake is completely ruined." I forced my heavy head up, only to realize the driver who hit me was my own wife. Claire glanced at my blood-soaked body. "I don't care if this guy dies right here. I'm not letting him delay my birthday party with Julian." With that, she turned and walked away. We had been married for five years. The woman who once swore she loved me more than anything was now completely blind to my agony. All because she was in a rush to celebrate another man's birthday.