My Ex Cheated with His Sick "Bestie"—So I Let Them Rot Together

**Genre:** Female Lead | Rebirth & Revenge | STDs | Cheating Childhood Bestie | Toxic Ex Regrets | Badass Doctor Lead | Clean Break My boyfriend’s childhood bestie came to my department for a checkup, and her tests came back positive for syphilis. The moment I told my boyfriend, he grabbed my phone and smashed it to pieces. He accused me of being consumed by jealousy and fabricating the medical report. He even took that woman live on TikTok, crying to the camera that I had forged her medical records to ruin her life. I was doxed and harassed by the entire internet, suspended by the hospital, and ultimately had sulfuric acid thrown in my face on my way home. I will never forget my boyfriend standing at the back of the crowd, watching my face burn. He said, "That’s what you get for trying to tear Hailey and me apart. You deserved it." When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day his bestie tested positive for syphilis. This time, I didn't say a single word. Since he loves her so much, he can spend the rest of his life loving her—sores and all. *** **01** "Chloe, is Hailey's test result out yet or what?" Justin’s voice was dripping with extreme impatience. I snapped out of my daze, staring at the blood test report in my hand. It clearly printed: TPPA and RPR double positive. Hailey Miller had syphilis. It was the exact same lab report from my past life. I had actually been reborn! Justin snatched the report from my hand, his brows furrowed. "Hailey just got some minor rashes lately, and you insisted on drawing so much of her blood." "If she faints from anemia, I’m holding you responsible." He grumbled while looking down at the paper, which was covered in medical jargon. Hailey gently tugged at Justin's sleeve, looking fragile. "Justin, don't blame Chloe." "She’s just doing this for my health. Doctors are always cautious." "Maybe I've just been too stressed with work lately. My immunity probably dropped, and that's why I got the rash." Her voice was soft, laced with a delicate grievance. Justin’s heart instantly melted. He grabbed her hand tightly. "You’re just too sweet, always sticking up for others." "Chloe is just a terrible doctor who makes a big deal out of nothing." "She loves torturing people just because she has a medical license." In my past life, out of professional duty and trust in my boyfriend, I had immediately told Justin about Hailey's syphilis diagnosis. I thought he would finally see her for who she really was. Instead, he flew into a violent rage. He didn't just smash my phone; he slapped me hard in front of everyone. He screamed that I was jealous of Hailey and had forged the report to ruin her reputation. Later, he even joined Hailey on a TikTok live stream to cyberbully me, which eventually cost me my job—and my life. In this life, I looked at their tightly intertwined hands. I only felt a deep, sickening irony. I took a deep breath and looked at the lab report. "The report looks fine. There's nothing to worry about." "It's just common contact dermatitis with a minor fungal infection." "Go home, apply some ointment, and you'll be fine." Hearing this, Justin immediately let out a sigh of relief. He turned to glare at me, his eyes full of mockery. "See? I told you it was nothing." "You insisted on taking so many vials of her blood. Did you do that on purpose just to see Hailey suffer?" "Chloe, how can you be so petty?" Suppressing the cold sneer in my chest, I said seriously, "I was just following standard hospital procedure." "But since you think I'm making a big deal out of nothing, Hailey shouldn't book appointments with me in the future." I walked over to my desk and began organizing other patients' files. Seeing this, Hailey's eyes immediately welled with tears. "Chloe, are you mad at me?" "I know I shouldn't have bothered you, but Justin and you are the only people I know in this city." "If you give up on me, I really don't know what to do." As she spoke, her tears began to stream down her face. Justin was heartbroken. He quickly grabbed a tissue to wipe her tears. "Don't cry, Hailey. If she won't take care of you, I will." "Chloe, you need to apologize to Hailey right now." "She came to you in good faith, and what is this attitude?" I stopped what I was doing and looked up at him. "What's wrong with my attitude?" "I examined her, gave a diagnosis, and prescribed medicine." "So, Mr. Vance, what other 'special services' are you expecting from me?" Justin was rendered speechless by my sharp retort. His face turned red with anger, and he pointed a finger at me. "You are completely unreasonable!" "Hailey, let's go. We don't need to put up with her attitude." He helped Hailey up, carefully wrapping his arm around her. At the door, he stopped and looked back at me. "Chloe, I think you're just jealous that Hailey is younger and prettier than you." "You better fix your attitude soon." "Otherwise, we might as well just break up." With that, he took Hailey and left the clinic without looking back. I watched their retreating figures, a cold smirk playing on my lips. Break up? Oh, we absolutely will. But before we do, I’m going to watch you both drag each other straight to hell. Hailey’s syphilis was already in stage two. It was highly contagious. With Justin protecting her so fiercely, it was only a matter of time before he got infected. I couldn't wait to see if he would still speak of his deep devotion when his own body was covered in syphilitic chancres. "Dr. Sterling, the next patient is ready," Nurse Sarah whispered from the door. I snapped back to reality and put on my professional smile. "Great, send them in." In this life, I wouldn't waste another second on trash. I was going to focus on my career and live my best life. As for them? Let them rot together in their own filthy gutter. *** After work, I didn't go to the grocery store like I usually did. Instead, I drove straight back to the apartment Justin and I rented. Actually, I paid the down payment on this condo, and the deed was solely in my name. Justin had always said we would add his name to the deed after we got married. Looking back, it was laughable. I pulled out a suitcase and began packing Justin’s things. His clothes, his shoes, his razor. Everything that belonged to him went straight into heavy-duty trash bags. While packing, I pulled a half-used box of condoms from his nightstand. I stared at the box for a moment. A wave of intense disgust washed over me. Justin and I hadn't slept together in three months. It didn't take a genius to figure out who he had been using these with. Suppressing my nausea, I threw the box into the trash bag. Just as I was about to haul the bags out to the dumpster, the front door swung open. Justin walked in, holding a few shopping bags. Seeing the trash bags scattered across the floor, he froze. "Chloe, what the hell is wrong with you?" "Why are you packing my stuff?" He strode over and ripped open one of the bags. Seeing his personal belongings inside, his face instantly darkened. "Are you seriously throwing a tantrum right now?" "Just because of what I said at the hospital today?" I looked at him coldly. "I’m not throwing a tantrum." "We're done. Pack your trash and get the hell out of my apartment." *** **02** Justin looked like he couldn't comprehend my words. He frowned, looking at me as if I were a child making a scene over nothing. "Chloe, don't push it." "I bought groceries and was planning to cook for you. What more do you want?" "Hailey was terrified today because of you, and I didn't even blame you." "And now you're giving me attitude?" He slammed the grocery bags onto the table. Vegetables and fruits rolled out across the counter. I looked at the mess, feeling absolutely nothing. "I said, we are breaking up." "Do you not speak English?" "Take your trash and get out of my home." I pointed toward the door, my voice leaving no room for argument. Justin’s expression finally shifted. He seemed to realize I wasn't joking. Yet, instead of reflecting on his behavior, he still thought I was being hysterical. "Chloe, are you insane?" "We've been together for three years, and you're dumping me over nothing?" "Is this about Hailey? I told you, she’s like a sister to me!" "Why can't you just tolerate her?" He got more and more worked up, reaching out to grab my shoulders. I stepped back, dodging his touch. "Don't touch me. You disgust me." "She’s 'like a sister' to you, yet you keep a half-used box of condoms in your nightstand?" I pointed at the ripped trash bag. The half-empty box lay right on top. Justin’s eyes followed my finger. His expression froze for a fraction of a second, but he quickly recovered his arrogant stance. "You went through my things?" "Chloe, do you have any concept of privacy?" "I bought those a long time ago. They've just been sitting there unused." He raised his voice, trying to drown out his own guilt. I looked at his familiar face, feeling nothing but detachment. "You and I both know when you bought those." "I’m not arguing with you. Get out." Seeing that I wasn't buying his lies, Justin decided to drop the act entirely. "Fine! We're breaking up! Do you think I actually want to be with a frigid woman like you?" "All you care about is your job. You have zero passion." "If it weren't for your money, I would have dumped you a long time ago." He cursed under his breath as he grabbed the trash bags. But at the doorway, he suddenly stopped. "Since we're breaking up, let's settle the bill." "I've wasted three years of my life with you. Even if there's no love, there's labor." "This apartment belongs to me too. I want half of it." I almost laughed out loud at his sheer audacity. "Justin, is there water in your brain?" "I paid the down payment, and I pay the mortgage." "With your miserable salary, you can barely feed yourself." "On what planet do you deserve half of my apartment?" Justin let out a cold laugh. "Because I provided emotional value to you for three years." "You owe me a youth compensation fee. Let's call it twenty grand." "If you don't pay up, I'm not leaving." He threw the trash bags down and plopped himself onto the sofa. He was acting like a total parasite. I didn't waste my breath arguing. I pulled out my phone. "911? Yes, I have an intruder in my apartment who is currently attempting to extort me." "My address is..." Seeing that I had actually dialed the police, Justin's face turned pale. He jumped up, lunging to grab my phone. "Chloe, you're crazy! It's just a breakup! Why are you calling the cops?" I easily dodged his hand and glared at him. "You want money? Go ask the cops for it." Justin gnashed his teeth, pointing at me. "Fine. You're vicious, Chloe." "Don't regret this." "A heartless woman like you deserves to die alone." He grabbed his trash bags and scrambled out of the apartment. With a loud *slam* of the door, the world finally fell silent. I took a long, deep breath. It felt as if a massive boulder had finally been lifted off my chest. In my past life, I had constantly compromised for this relationship. Ultimately, it cost me my face and my life. In this life, I would never repeat that mistake. *** The next morning, the moment I arrived at the hospital, I noticed a few nurses whispering at the station. When they saw me, they instantly dispersed, casting strange glances my way. I ignored them and walked straight to my clinic room. Not long after I sat down, the door was pushed open. Hailey stood there with red, puffy eyes, holding a thermos. "Chloe... can I come in?" She looked at me timidly, like a frightened little deer. I frowned. "Come in. What do you want?" Hailey walked over to my desk and set the thermos down. "Chloe, Justin came to see me last night." "He told me you guys broke up." "I know it's all because of me. That's why I made this chicken soup to apologize to you." "Please forgive Justin. He really loves you." She began to unscrew the lid of the thermos. I looked at her pale, delicate hands. Thinking of her syphilis report, my skin crawled. "Hailey, my breakup with Justin is between him and me." "It has nothing to do with you, and I don't need your fake apology." "Take your soup and leave. I have work to do." I rejected her bluntly. Hailey's hand froze in mid-air. Tears began to roll down her cheeks like a broken string of pearls. "Chloe, do you despise me?" "I know I'm not good enough for Justin, and I never wanted to come between you two." "Why are you treating me like this?" She suddenly raised her voice. Patients and families passing by the door began to peer in. I stared at her "green tea" act, sneering inwardly. Was she trying to start a smear campaign against me in my own hospital? "Hailey, this is a hospital, not a soap opera set." "If you're sick, go register at the front desk." "If you're not, get out. Don't disrupt my work." I pressed the call button to summon the next patient. Seeing that I was completely unbothered, Hailey suddenly lunged forward and grabbed my sleeve. "Chloe, I'm begging you!" "Get back together with Justin, or I will live with a guilty conscience for the rest of my life!" She gripped me so tightly that her nails dug into my skin. I violently shook her off. "Let go of me!" As I pulled away, Hailey let out a sharp cry. She lost her balance, stumbled backward, and fell heavily to the floor. The thermos knocked over, spilling chicken soup all over the tiles. "Ah—it hurts—!" Hailey clutched her stomach, groaning in pain on the floor. Right at that moment, Justin burst through the door. *** **03** "Hailey! What happened?" Justin rushed to her side, his face pale with worry. He gathered Hailey into his arms and glared up at me with murderous eyes. "Chloe, what did you do to her?" "If you have a problem, take it out on me! What kind of person attacks a defenseless girl?" A crowd of onlookers had already gathered at the clinic door. People began whispering and pointing at me. "Did that doctor just push her?" "I heard it's a love triangle. The ex is attacking the new girl." "Still, she shouldn't get violent in a hospital. That's so unprofessional." Hearing the crowd's support, Justin grew even bolder. He pointed a finger right at my nose, screaming. "Chloe, it's bad enough that you're an abusive tyrant at home!" "Now you're abusing your power to settle personal scores at work!" "I am going to file a formal complaint with the board. I'll make sure you lose your medical license forever!" I watched their dramatic performance with cold detachment. Slowly, I pulled a tissue from my drawer and wiped the sleeve Hailey had touched. "Justin, are you blind?" "She fell because she lost her balance. Which eye of yours saw me push her?" "Furthermore, this is a clinic. There are security cameras." "Should I have security pull up the footage for everyone right now?" I pointed directly at the camera mounted on the ceiling. Justin froze, instinctively looking up at the lens. Hailey's sobbing paused for a split second too. But she quickly resumed her agonizing groans, clutching her stomach. "Justin, my stomach hurts so bad..." "I think I just slipped. It's not Chloe's fault." "Don't complain about her. It wasn't easy for her to become a doctor." Her reverse psychology immediately triggered the crowd’s sympathy again. "She’s so sweet. She’s the victim, yet she’s still defending the doctor." "Exactly. That doctor looks heartless." Justin lovingly stroked Hailey's hair. "Don't worry, Hailey. I'm here. No one's going to hurt you." He stood up, towering over me. "Chloe, even if you didn't push her, she fell because of you." "You must apologize to her today, and you're paying for her medical bills and pain and suffering!" I was completely dumbfounded by his twisted logic. "Justin, are you here to scam me?" "She barged into my office, threw a fit, spilled her own soup, and slipped." "Why the hell should I pay for anything?" "If you two don't get out right now, I'm calling security." I reached for the desk phone to dial security. Just then, Dr. Harrison, the head of the department, pushed his way through the crowd. "What is all this racket? This is a hospital, not a flea market!" Dr. Harrison walked in, his face grim. Seeing the spilled soup and Hailey on the floor, his frown deepened. "Dr. Sterling, what is going on here?" Justin immediately spoke up to twist the facts. "Dr. Harrison, you came at the perfect time." "Your doctor here, Chloe Sterling, intentionally pushed my sister due to a personal grudge." "A person like this is unfit to practice medicine. I demand you fire her immediately!" Dr. Harrison looked at me, then at Justin. "Dr. Sterling, is this true?" I looked at Dr. Harrison calmly. "Dr. Harrison, there is a camera in this room." "You can ask security to review the footage to see if I ever laid a hand on her." "Also, Ms. Miller is not my patient." "She trespassed into my clinic and severely disrupted my work." Dr. Harrison nodded. "Alright. The hospital will investigate this thoroughly." "Security, escort these people out. Do not let them disturb the other patients." Several security guards stepped in, forcefully dragging Justin and Hailey out. As he was being dragged away, Justin yelled back at me. "Chloe, you'll pay for this!" "I will make your life a living hell!" I watched his furious, pathetic exit, smiling inwardly. I’m waiting. I'm waiting for the day your syphilis symptoms blow up. Although Dr. Harrison suppressed the incident, rumors still spread like wildfire through the hospital. Some said I was green with jealousy and couldn't stand my ex's new girl. Others said Justin was a gold-digging jerk and Hailey was a manipulative snake. I ignored all the gossip. I went to work every day, treated every patient with utmost care, and lived my life. A few days later, Dr. Harrison called me into his office. "Chloe, I reviewed the camera footage." "The girl slipped on her own. You are completely cleared of any wrongdoing." "However, the public perception isn't great. Doctor-patient relationships are very tense right now." "For the next couple of weeks, I'm taking you off clinic shifts. Go work in the inpatient ward and manage admitted patients." I knew this was the hospital's way of playing safe to quiet down the rumors. I didn't argue. I simply nodded. "Understood, Dr. Harrison. I will follow your arrangement." Working in the inpatient ward was fine by me. Out of sight, out of mind. Besides, if my calculations were correct... Hailey's syphilis was about to take a turn for the worse. Sure enough, less than two weeks later, Hailey was admitted to our department. The intern assigned to her happened to be Leo, whom I was mentoring. "Dr. Sterling, the patient in Bed 302, Hailey Miller... her symptoms are really strange," Leo said, holding her chart with a puzzled expression. "She has red, maculopapular rashes all over her body, especially on her palms and the soles of her feet." "She claims it's just an allergic reaction, but it doesn't look like it to me." "Plus, she has a low-grade fever and swollen lymph nodes." I flipped open the chart and scanned the records. Everything aligned perfectly with my past life. The classic symptoms of secondary syphilis had fully erupted. "Order a syphilis serology test for her," I said calmly, handing the chart back to Leo. Leo gasped. "Syphilis? No way. She looks so sweet and innocent." I looked up at him. "Pathogens don't care how innocent someone looks." "Do as I say. Let me know the second the results are out." Leo nodded quickly and went to submit the order. I stood in the hallway, looking at the door of Room 302. Justin was currently walking in, carrying a basket of fresh fruit. His devotion to Hailey was unmatched. He took care of her a hundred times better than he ever did for me when we were dating. A mocking smile curved my lips. Justin, you love taking care of her so much. I hope you can take good care of yourself soon. *** **04** Hailey's lab results came back that afternoon. Leo ran into my office, his face pale, holding the printout. "Dr. Sterling, you're a psychic!" "It really is syphilis! And the titers are insanely high! She's extremely contagious!" Leo whispered, his voice trembling with shock. I took the paper and looked at the numbers. They were even higher than in my previous life. It seemed she and Justin had been "deeply connecting" quite a lot recently. "Go inform the patient of her results," I said, handing the paper back to Leo. Leo hesitated. "Dr. Sterling... Mr. Vance is in the room with her." "Should I break the news in front of him?" I raised an eyebrow. "Why not?" "As her partner, he has a right to know." "And with infectious diseases like this, close contacts must be screened as well." Leo swallowed hard, gripped the report, and walked toward Room 302. I didn't follow him. I sat in my office and waited quietly. Not five minutes later, a screaming match erupted in the hallway. "What the hell are you talking about?!" "How could Hailey have a disgusting disease like that?" "Is your hospital trying to scam us?!" Justin's roar was loud enough to shake the ceiling. I picked up my mug and took a slow, satisfying sip of tea. The show had begun. I walked leisurely out of my office and approached Room 302. Inside, Justin was gripping Leo by the collar, his face contorted in rage. Hailey was sitting on the bed, sobbing hysterically. "Justin, don't be rash!" "This must be a misdiagnosis. How could I have syphilis?" "I've never even held hands with another guy!" As she cried, she shot a quick glance at me standing at the door. A flash of panic and pure malice darted through her eyes. I stepped into the room and looked at Justin coldly. "Let go of him." Seeing me, Justin found his target. He pushed Leo aside and lunged at me. "Chloe, did you do this?" "You forged Hailey's labs to say she has syphilis just to get back at us, didn't you?" "How can a woman be so evil?!" He pointed his finger at my nose, his spit flying near my face. I took a disgusted step back. "Justin, do you have a brain deficiency?" "The lab report was issued by the Pathology Department. It has a machine-printed anti-counterfeit barcode on it." "I am a clinical doctor. How could I forge automated lab data?" "If you don't have basic common sense, don't embarrass yourself in public." Justin’s face turned bright red. "But there's no way it's syphilis!" "Hailey is a clean girl! How could she get this?" "Your hospital's machines must be broken!" I looked at his stubborn, pathetic denial. It was truly comical. "If you think our machines are broken, you are free to take her to another hospital to retest." "But let me remind you, secondary syphilis is highly contagious." "As her intimate partner, you should probably get tested too." "Lest you die without knowing why." Hearing the words "intimate partner," Justin’s expression instantly changed. He instinctively reached up to touch his neck. I noticed a few faint red spots peeking out from beneath his collar. It looked like he had already caught it. "Stop trying to scare me!" "Hailey and I are completely pure. What intimate partner?" "Chloe, you just hate seeing us happy!" Justin desperately clung to his pride. Hailey quickly piped in. "Yes, Chloe. Even if you hate me, you shouldn't joke about something like this." "If this gets out, how am I supposed to face the world?" I scoffed. "How you face the world is none of my business." "I am merely doing my duty as a doctor to warn you." "Since you don't believe me, pack your things and discharge yourselves. Don't occupy our hospital beds." I turned to Leo. "Process their AMA (Against Medical Advice) discharge papers. Let them go ruin some other hospital." Leo felt like he’d been given a lifeline and rushed to the nurses' station to grab the paperwork. Justin pointed at me, shaking with rage. "Fine! We’re leaving!" "Chloe, just you wait. I'm going to report you to the Medical Board!" He helped Hailey pack her things, and they stormed out of the ward. Watching their pathetic exit, the smile on my face deepened. Report me? Go ahead. Once you get diagnosed at another hospital, let’s see if you still have the face to sue me. That night, Justin suddenly posted an update on his Instagram. It was a photo of his hand tightly holding Hailey's. The background was a high-end French restaurant. The caption read: *"No matter how others slander you, you will always be my purest angel. We are getting engaged on the 18th of next month."* Once that post went up, our mutual friend group exploded. People flooded my Snapchat, asking what was going on. *"Chloe, is Justin seriously getting engaged to Hailey?"* *"Didn't you guys just break up? He moved on instantly!"* *"Purest angel? More like a pure parasite."* I didn't reply to anyone. I simply saved the photo of their clasped hands. Engaged? Wonderful. I would make sure to prepare a spectacular gift for their big day. Over the next few weeks, I threw myself entirely into my work. Occasionally, I heard updates about Justin and Hailey from mutual friends. Apparently, they went to the most expensive private hospital in the city for a checkup. The results, of course, were identical. Word was that Justin threw a massive tantrum at that hospital, smashing several things. Yet, bizarrely, he didn't break up with Hailey. Instead, they went ahead with the engagement preparations. My guess was that Hailey must have spun some elaborate lie to brainwash him. Perhaps she claimed she caught it from a public pool, or by accidentally using someone else's towel. Given Justin’s sheer stupidity, it wasn't surprising he believed her. After all, he was starting to develop syphilitic rashes himself. He and Hailey were now two parasites bound to the same host. Soon, the day of their engagement party arrived. I specifically swapped my shift, put on an elegant black dress, and prepared to attend this "grand" event.