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Sensing my distress, she chose not to say more. Instead, she encouraged me gently, “Your health is the most important thing right now. If you need anything, just ring the bell and we’ll be here for you.”
Even a stranger who barely knew me showed more concern for my well–being than the man I had spent years of my life with.
The thought sent a sharp ache through my chest.
The cost of seeing someone’s true colors could be unbearably steep.
I asked before the nurse left.
Before the nurse left, I mustered the courage to ask, “My baby… was it a boy or a girl?”
The nurse sighed, sadness clouding her expression.
“She was a beautiful little girl.”
My tears began to fall uncontrollably, soaking into the pillow beneath my head.
I’m so sorry. Mommy couldn’t protect you, my little princess.
I hired a caregiver to help look after me and bought a new phone. As soon as I powered it on, I typed a single
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message to Maxime.
[Let’s get a divorce.]
It did not take long for his call to come through. His voice was sharp, laced with barely contained anger.
“Sophie, a woman who’s too dramatic isn’t charming at all. Are you treating our marriage like a joke?”
“Our child is gone! My daughter is dead because of you! Maxime, you don’t deserve to be her father.”
His tone quickly shifted to one of impatience.
“That’s enough, Sophie. Stop using the baby to guilt–trip me. Aren’t you just upset that I didn’t spend New Year’s Eve with you? Fine. I’ll come home now and stay with you for the next few days.”
Before I could reply, I heard Lily’s voice in the background, sniffling pitifully.
“Max, I’m sorry… I didn’t think your wife would be so upset…”
Maxime brushed me off with his usual indifference.
“Wait for me at home. Hang up.”
Before I hung up the phone, I faintly heard the sound of plastic wrapping being torn open.
I could not hold back my revulsion.
So disgusting.
The doctor informed me that I was not fit to be discharged yet and I felt relieved to stay in the hospital where I could focus on recovering.
- me.
I did not receive a single message or call from Maxime until the next day.
I sneered bitterly to myself, imagining he must be tangled up in his “tender haven,” too preoccupied to remember
Noticing my mood, Sadie, one of the nurses, tried to lighten the atmosphere as she brought my food while sharing juicy hospital gossip.
“Oh, Ms. Marlowe, you wouldn’t believe what I just saw! These young folks these days, they take fun to a whole
new level!”
“I just passed by the emergency room and saw a pair of shameless lovebirds. Can you imagine? They were so exposed! Barely any clothes left on them!”
“My cousin’s nephew works in the emergency room. He said those two were so wild they ended up stuck together like conjoined twins!”
As she continued putting the food on the table while recounting the story, she grabbed a magazine lying on the table, flipping it open and pointing to a photo.
“See this guy? They say he’s the boss and the woman with him is his secretary. He looks decent enough, but who would’ve thought he’d be into that sort of thing?”
I glanced down at the page. Wasn’t that… Maxime Remington?
Keeping my composure, I picked up my phone and called the private investigator I had hired to gather evidence of his infidelity.
“Don’t worry, Ms. Marlowe. We’re on it. You’ll get the proof you’re looking for, worth every penny.”
Sadie had been watching with a knowing glint in her eyes.
“Ms. Marlowe, is that cheater your husband?”
She rubbed her palms together as her grin widened. “Ah, you see, I can’t stand cheaters like him. If it were me, I’d make sure he gets exactly what he deserves.”
Intrigued, I raised an eyebrow, silently urging her to go on.
“You see, I dabble in making short videos to capture everyday life. Turns out, I filmed that shameless pair from the moment they got out of the ambulance until they were wheeled into the ER.”
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“I was filming from the second floor, so nobody noticed me. The video is crystal clear, high definition, faces visible and not a single blur or censor.”
