The hospital room was calm that morning. The sterile scent of antiseptic lingered in the air, accompanied by the soft beeping of medical monitors—an ordinary backdrop in an otherwise tense situation.Selena sat upright on the hospital bed, wearing a patient’s gown, yet still managing to appear composed. Her hair was neatly tied back, and her eyes stared sharply out the window.Julian had just returned from getting breakfast. In his hand was a paper bag from Selena’s favorite restaurant. He was trying to show he cared, but the tension in his face betrayed the storm brewing within.“I brought your favorite croissant,” he said, placing it on the small table beside her bed.Selena glanced at it briefly. “Is it cold already?”Julian held his breath before forcing a small smile. “Still warm. I asked them to take it straight from the oven.”Selena gave a small nod. “Good.”Silence lingered. Then, casually, Selena said, “I want a gift.”Julian frowned. “A gift?”“Yes,” she replied briskly. “A
Selena lay on the hospital bed, dressed in a pale blue patient gown. Her face was pale, though her eyes still held a fire that refused to be extinguished. Around her, the scent of medical alcohol and the steady beep of the heart monitor created a suffocating, tense atmosphere. The door opened, and Julian stepped inside. His face was worn and filled with guilt. He approached slowly, as if his mere presence might hurt the woman lying in front of him. Moments earlier, he had been pacing anxiously in the waiting room, waiting for the doctor to come out. And when the door finally opened, the doctor’s serious expression made his chest tighten. “How is she, Doctor?” Julian asked quickly. The doctor, a middle-aged man with streaks of white in his hair, looked at Julian intently. “Your wife is experiencing severe emotional stress. If this continues, there’s a risk it could affect the pregnancy. Fortunately, this time
The morning that usually felt cheerful for Selena turned gloomy. She sat in the living room with a scowl, occasionally glancing at the expensive watch on her wrist. Normally, Julian would have called or even brought her flowers by now. But ever since Evelyn’s press conference, everything had changed. Julian emerged from his study looking disheveled, wearing a wrinkled shirt that hadn’t been properly ironed. His eyes were puffy, and his presence lacked the charisma that once made Selena obsessed with him. “Julian, we need to talk,” Selena said impatiently. Julian barely glanced her way. “If this is about shopping money again, forget it.” Selena scoffed. “Are you serious? Just because I did a little shopping, you're treating me like a burden?” Julian stopped at the dining table, grabbed a glass of water, and downed it in one gulp. “A little? You spent almost 300 million in two days—while I’m struggling to prote
The grand ballroom of a five-star hotel in the city center buzzed with dozens of media personnel. Cameras, microphones, and reporters from major TV stations and online news portals had been waiting for over an hour. The invitations, sent out by William’s team, announced a press conference by Evelyn addressing the rumors that had plagued her over the past few weeks. When the doors opened, Evelyn entered, flanked by William. She appeared composed in an ivory-white blazer, her hair neatly tied back. Behind them, William’s legal team followed, carrying stacks of documents and medical reports to be distributed to the media. Camera flashes lit up the room instantly. “Ms. Evelyn, is it true you have HIV?” “What’s your response to Julian’s accusations?” “Is it true you’re taking legal action?” Evelyn raised her hand, signaling for silence. Within seconds, the room calmed. “I stand here t
In Julian’s luxurious office, the man’s laughter echoed like a victorious anthem. He leaned back in his black leather chair, replaying the video of Evelyn being thrown out of a restaurant. His face gleamed with joy, as if the world had finally taken his side.“Perfect... just perfect,” Julian muttered as he took a sip of fine wine from a crystal glass. “Look at you now, Evelyn. Did you really think you could be happy after leaving me?”Across the room, Selena sat on a velvet sofa, her expression curious. “What are you watching?”Julian turned the phone toward her.“Look at my beloved ex-wife. Kicked out of a restaurant because everyone thinks she’s sick. And even worse, they’re disgusted by her. She’s become society’s trash.” He let out a cruel laugh.Selena frowned. “You’re really this heartless, Julian? You spread that rumor, and now you’re laughing at her misery?”Julian smirked. “She started it. She left me, humiliated m
In Julian’s luxurious office, the man’s laughter echoed like a victorious anthem. He leaned back in his black leather chair, replaying the video of Evelyn being thrown out of a restaurant. His face gleamed with joy, as if the world had finally taken his side.“Perfect... just perfect,” Julian muttered as he took a sip of fine wine from a crystal glass. “Look at you now, Evelyn. Did you really think you could be happy after leaving me?”Across the room, Selena sat on a velvet sofa, her expression curious. “What are you watching?”Julian turned the phone toward her.“Look at my beloved ex-wife. Kicked out of a restaurant because everyone thinks she’s sick. And even worse, they’re disgusted by her. She’s become society’s trash.” He let out a cruel laugh.Selena frowned. “You’re really this heartless, Julian? You spread that rumor, and now you’re laughing at her misery?”Julian smirked. “She started it. She left me, humiliated me, and now she dares to stand beside William—my greatest enem