Patient Zero of My Heartbreak: Tracing the Love Pandemic to Her Male Confidant

When my girlfriend's male best friend was being treated at our hospital, he was unexpectedly diagnosed with AIDS. After I told my girlfriend, she thought I was lying to her.

Not only did she slap me on the spot, but she also hired trolls to smear me online, accusing me of causing a patient's death through malpractice.

I was viciously cyberbullied as a result. Later, she and her best friend even burned me to death.

I'll never forget her words as I was engulfed in flames: "You deserve to die for keeping me and Jake apart!" When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day her best friend was diagnosed with AIDS.

This time, I didn't tell her. After all, if she loved him that much, she'd have to accept everything about him. "What's wrong with Jake?

Tell me already!" Olivia's voice snapped me back to reality. I looked at her impatient face, then glanced around, realizing I was in my office.

So I really had traveled back in time. It seemed even the heavens didn't want me to die so senselessly. "What the hell are you spacing out for?

I've been asking you for ages," Olivia said angrily, shoving me. I came to my senses and looked at Jake's blood test results in my hand.

Sure enough, just like in my previous life, he had AIDS. He was Olivia's male best friend, and they were very close.

In my previous life, on this day, he had suddenly been in a car accident and brought to the hospital. Olivia had been beside herself with worry.

After learning he had AIDS, I agonized for a long time before deciding to tell Olivia.

But she didn't believe me at all and slapped me hard across the face. "I know you don't want me hanging out with Jake," she had said. "But you need to know when to draw the line.

You're a doctor you can't just accuse patients of having infectious diseases because of your personal feelings!" No matter how I tried to explain, she wouldn't listen.

Legally, I shouldn't have disclosed a patient's condition to her anyway. It was private medical information. But out of concern for her safety, I had selfishly told her.

Little did I know that my loose lips would lead to my brutal death in my past life. So in this life, no matter what, I won't make the same mistake again.

"It's not too serious, just some minor injuries. He'll be fine after a few days of treatment in the hospital," I told her.

Hearing this, Olivia let out a sigh of relief. "That's good." But the next second, she was irritated again: "Then why didn't you say so earlier?

I thought it was something major!" "Adam, let me tell you Jake is my best friend.

Don't you dare try anything sneaky." I smiled at her. "Don't worry, I won't." After she left, a colleague came in and patted me on the shoulder. "Hey Dr.

Grant, didn't you tell your girlfriend that Jake has AIDS?" he asked. "I saw her go feed him some soup just now." "The law states that a patient's condition is private.

Doctors can't disclose it to others without permission," I replied formally. My colleague looked at me in surprise. "But that's your girlfriend!" "She used to be.

Not anymore," I said.

I'll never forget what Olivia did to me in my past life. After I told her Jake had AIDS, she thought I was deliberately lying to drive them apart.

So she started giving me the cold shoulder and stopped coming home. Before long, rumors spread online that I had caused a patient's death through malpractice.

People were calling me an incompetent doctor. The hospital was terrified of the public backlash and suspended me under pressure.

That's when Olivia came to find me. "I'm the one who spread those rumors online.

I hired people to smear you," she admitted. "That's what you get for lying about Jake having AIDS!" My heart shattered.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "Olivia, you're my girlfriend!

You've ruined my entire career!" I cried in anguish. "So what?" She glared at me furiously. "Jake has been my best friend since childhood. I won't let anyone say he's sick.

Not even you!" In that moment, my heart died completely. I broke up with her and left. I moved to another city by myself.

But her mother kept contacting me, urging me to go back and marry Olivia. I refused.

Soon after, Olivia called to yell at me: "You deliberately got my parents to scold me, didn't you? You're trying to keep me and Jake apart.

Just you wait!" The next time I saw her was when my house suddenly caught fire. I saw her and Jake pouring gasoline outside.

She even said: "You deserve to die for keeping me and Jake apart!" I'll never forget the agony of being slowly burned alive. Olivia, in this life I won't be your doormat anymore.

I contacted Olivia's parents to break off the engagement, saying I no longer wanted to be with her. No matter how much her parents tried to persuade me, I insisted on ending things.

They finally had to agree. That night, Olivia called me. "How dare you, Adam! Just because I took care of Jake for one day, you want to break off our engagement?" she yelled.

I calmly replied, "It's not because you took care of him. I just think you really like him and you two are a good match. I don't want to come between you.

So I'm stepping aside to let you be together." She spent all her time with Jake anyway. It would be hard for her not to get infected with AIDS.

So I had to stay away from her. "Fine, have it your way. But don't come begging me to take you back later!" she snapped. "I won't.

I wish you and Jake a lifetime of happiness together," I said before hanging up. I had never stood up to Olivia like this before.

She bombarded me with angry texts afterwards: "Who the hell said you could hang up on me?" "Adam, where did you get the nerve?" A few minutes later: "You didn't pay Jake's medical bills?" She had brainwashed me into thinking she and Jake were just friends before.

So I had always covered Jake's hospital bills whenever he came for treatment. They both got used to it over time. Looking back now, I was such a fool.

I didn't reply to her and blocked her number. I had no patience left for someone like her.

The next day, Olivia came barging into my office with a palefaced Jake in tow. "Give me money," she demanded. "Hurry up.

Don't make me slap you." In my past life, I had been her obedient lapdog.

I gave her whatever she wanted, which is why she felt so entitled to demand money from me now. "Olivia, have you forgotten? We've broken up.

We have no relationship anymore," I said calmly. "Adam, how could you break up? Did I cause problems between you two?" Jake suddenly chimed in, looking all innocent.

He always used that act to gain Olivia's sympathy. "Yes, it's because of you," I said, staring him down. "You two like each other, don't you? So I'm letting you be together.

You should be the one giving Olivia money now, not me." Olivia's face was livid with rage. "Adam, are you trying to play hard to get now?

Let me tell you, this won't make me like you. It'll only make me hate you more!" she spat. With that, she dragged Jake away. Not long after, I received a complaint.

A patient had reported me for having a bad attitude towards them. The next thing I knew, a nurse said someone was causing a scene in the hallway.

I went to check and found Olivia sitting on the floor crying and screaming, with Jake standing beside her. "Dr. Grant was extremely rude to patients.

We just asked about a condition and he told us to get lost," she wailed. "Where's the hospital director?

Come out and explain this!" In my past life, she had used her talent for lying to get me cyberbullied. In this life, she was trying to use the same tactic to harm me.

But I had anticipated she might do this. Before coming, I had gone to the security office to retrieve the surveillance footage from my office. Then I called the police.