3. The Woman He Loves

My lips parted, yet, I could utter no words. 

Why is he here? 

Am I seeing wrong?

Have I heard him wrong?

Ever since I started working in this hospital, Theo has never stepped foot in it.

For a moment, my heartbeat woke back to life. 

I almost believed that he was here for me…until,

“Theo, Oh, you're finally here.” Jessica's light voice, weak and desperate, called out from the bed. “What took you so long, Honey?”

She attempted to get down from the bed but ended up falling. 

The crashing sound echoed inside the ward as the IV stand fell in the process.

Theo tore his gaze off me, an alarming look flashing in his eyes.

In a split second, he was by her side, scooping her off the floor. “That's very dangerous. Be careful.”

He gently carried her back onto the bed, his voice unusually tender and soft. 

“I'm seriously injured, Theo.” Jessica sobbed in his arms, burying her head in his chest. “I should have listened to you and not attend that event. My bones are weak, I can't even walk anymore.”

“It's okay.” Theo's expression shifted from fear to worry. 

He patted her hair gently.

He used his thumbs to carefully wipe her tears.

Is he the same person?

Am I imagining someone else as him?

As I stood frozen in the same spot, watching the sight in front of me, my stance wavered and I grasped onto something to support me.

“I can't continue staying in the hospital.” Jessica sighed. “I've missed you so much. Can you please take me home?”

“Are you sure you're fine? Should we have the doctor confirm it again?" Theo said to her softly.

“Doctor, please check her again." He suddenly looked up and spoke to me, his tone distant and commanding.

Funny how he acts as if we're mere strangers. 

"I’ve already fully bandaged her, it’s fine," I replied, but I still went to get the instruments. 

Theo interrupted me, his tone rather impolite, "Then please check again, doctor. This request isn’t too much."

I stared at him, a mix of bitterness and disbelief spreading in my heart. 

Stunned by his treatment towards me, I automatically acted along and grabbed the instruments. 

I was about to step forward to check, but Jessica spoke up. 

“Now that you're here, Theo, I'm alright.” Jessica gave him a weak smile. 

Theo nodded. And I froze halfway.

As he carried her in his arms, his gaze traveled to me.

It has been almost a week ever since we last saw each other.

After the night that he gave me the divorce papers, Theo never appeared again.

He'd blocked all sources of communication. I couldn't even contact his assistant. 

His lawyer never came, so I had a little bit of hope that maybe he'd changed his mind.

Maybe that night was only a prank.

I'd buried myself in work to forget about it while constantly looking forward to seeing him again, to clarify matters.

Seeing him now, 

I expected him to say a word at least, but he princess-carried Jessica out of the ward, walking past me.

My palm instinctively went to my stomach, letting the shock sink in.

I staggered towards the window to breathe in the fresh air and chase away the sudden dizziness. 

So he's Jessica's rumored rich boyfriend.

Is Jessica his first love? 

Unable to digest this piece of information, I struggled to compose myself. 

This means Theo has kept in touch with her even after our marriage. 

He suddenly wants to divorce… Is it because of Jessica?

Is it because she's back in town? 

I contemplated those questions, dreading their answers.

Yet, the answer was right in front of me. 

Theo stepped out of the hospital with Jessica still in his arms, the sight breaking my heart to pieces. 

The paparazzi instantly surrounded them, their words flying in the air. 

“Mr. Wellington, is it true that you and Ms. Jessica attended the same university abroad?”

“You suddenly appear to visit Ms. Jessica. You seem very close. Is the rumor about your relationship true?”

“Ms. Jessica is at the peak of her career, loved by many fans. Does Mr. Wellington’s influence have a connection with her success?”

The paparazzi shoved their cameras forward, throwing questions at him, taking videos, and snapping photos. 

Yet, none could capture Jessica's face because Theo held her securely in his arms, protecting her like a bodyguard. 

He ignored all the paparazzi questions while his bodyguards marched forward to pave the way. 

I stood by the window, my gaze fixed on the figure of the strong and mighty man carrying the fragile lady inside his Rolls-Royce Phantom. 

The beauty clung onto the handsome man while he hugged her as if he's her pillar of support. 

A droplet of tears fell from my eyes. 

Theo isn't heartless and emotionless after all. 

He can be the most caring and protective man on earth when it comes to the woman he loves.