تسجيل الدخولSomeone couldn't hold it in and burst out laughing. The Lowes' faces went from dark with anger to a mix of shock and disbelief.Jason stared at Winona, his lips moving, but not a single word came out. Winona had completely lost it, grabbing his arm and shaking him frantically. "Jas, you have to believe me!"It's all photoshopped. She's good at that. She's obviously trying to ruin me!"I clicked the mouse, bringing up the third piece of evidence. It was a receipt showing Winona had purchased a limited-edition designer perfume, along with her browser history searching for "fatal allergic reactions to perfume," which were all done in an account tied to her phone number.One by one, the records were chilling. The room fell completely silent.Winona finally snapped, covering her ears, letting out a piercing scream. "She's framing me! It's all Tessa's fault!"Jason was stunned. He glanced at the ironclad evidence on the screen, then at Winona, who was unraveling before him. His faith w
Jason's lawyer cleared his throat, making the opening move. He pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses and spread a stack of papers across the table. Each sheet outlined my "extreme behaviours."They claimed I ignored calls, refused to settle privately, and insisted on filing for divorce, all of which supposedly ruined his reputation. Each point painted me as paranoid, unstable, and even violent.I almost wanted to clap. He could give a masterclass in twisting the truth. Once the lawyer finished setting the stage, the star of the show stepped forward.Jason stood, looking heartbroken and righteous. "I've really tried my best. My tolerance for Tessa has reached its limit."He glanced at his family, then at my parents, pouring all the sincerity he could muster into his act. "Winona's pregnant. I'm responsible for her, and for our child."The room erupted. My dad slammed the table, chest heaving with anger. One of the Lowes went ashen, his face darker than a storm cloud.Their reputation
I asked softly, "Jason, if I had really died that day, what kind of grave would you buy with that money?"His expression froze instantly, like someone had knocked the wind out of him. I went on calmly. "Would it face south? Or overlook the ocean?"What would you have engraved on the headstone? 'My Beloved Wife, Tessa Hayes'? Or just my name, so your precious Ms. Lloyd won't be offended?"His face shifted from pale to ashen, then flushed red with fury. Finally, he lost it, pointing at me. "You are completely unreasonable!"He slammed the door behind him, his footsteps uneven and hurried. I leaned back against the headboard, staring out the window. I knew it.The final showdown was coming. I thought his door slam would at least buy me a couple of quiet days.I was wrong. I had underestimated his shamelessness and overestimated his intelligence.The next day, my lawyer, Eli Goldberg, called. His tone was more serious than I'd ever heard. "Ms. Hayes, there's been a change."Jason
Fragments of memory flashed through my mind all at once. That year, I was still in med school. As a volunteer medic for the school's hiking club, I had been on that trip, too.The smell of disinfectant washed over me. It was exactly the same scent from ten years ago, when I'd been treating injuries.I remembered that day. The wind had been brutal. I remembered the young man lying on the temporary stretcher, his face blue as he struggled to breathe. I remembered injecting him with epinephrine.And amid all the chaos, I remembered a young woman crying beside him. That tear-streaked face slowly merged with Winona's in my mind. Why hadn't I remembered before?Probably because I'd never once doubted the so-called "lifesaver" Jason always talked about. I just never imagined someone could take credit for another person's actions for ten whole years and feel perfectly justified.Terence hadn't even had time to make a call when his phone chimed with a video notification.The title was exp
I said, "Jason, sign this and get out."Jason's face flushed dark red. He glared at me, his eyes blazing with anger."Tessa!" He finally exploded. "Why can't you just understand me for once? Winona saved my life ten years ago! I owe her!"There it was again. That same story I'd heard a million times, practically memorized. He got worked up, retelling it with feverish intensity.Ten years ago, he went hiking and suffered acute mountain sickness. It was Winona who didn't hesitate to save him. Even though she was delicate, she risked everything, carrying him down the mountain with all her strength."If it weren't for her, I'd be dead ten years ago. I owe her my life! Tessa, don't you get it?"His eyes were red, his emotions raw, like he was accusing me of being cold and heartless.I listened quietly and watched him lose his mind over another woman right in front of me. And suddenly, it struck me as absurd.Our three-year marriage had been built on this ridiculous, tragic story. I
For his damn sake again. I looked at Jason and suddenly realized the man in front of me felt terrifyingly unfamiliar."Jason," I said calmly. "Who do you think you are, when my life is on the line?"Winona screamed her lungs out as the police put handcuffs on her. "Jas, save me! I don't want to go to jail! Jas!"Jason bolted after her, shouting, "Don't be afraid! I'll get you out, I promise!" This was straight out of a real tear-jerking, over-the-top love drama. Too bad, I couldn't care less.The medical staff helped me onto the stretcher. Just before the ambulance doors closed, I caught sight of Jason's desperate and blank face. I called his name softly, "Jason."He whipped around, a flicker of hope lighting his eyes. The corner of my mouth was upturned. "Let's get a divorce."The doors slammed shut in front of me. The world went silent. When I woke up, the sharp scent of hospital disinfectant filled my nose.My mom was sitting beside me with swollen eyes, peeling an apple. M







