Chapter 4

The next afternoon, Zayne's assistant, Rick Smith, came to the lab looking for me. "Ma'am, Mr. Ford would like you to join him for dinner tonight at Season Restaurant. He wants to see you."

I was caught off guard.

Season Restaurant.

It was a place I would never forget.

That was where he had missed our wedding anniversary because of a business meeting, and I had waited for him all night. I was silent for a long time, but finally nodded.

That evening, I arrived at Season Restaurant.

Zayne was already sitting by the window, dressed in a dark suit, his hair neatly combed back, wearing those familiar gold-rimmed glasses. He looked up when he saw me and gave a faint smile, as if nothing had ever happened.

"Wendy," he called my name softly, his voice deep and gentle.

Looking at him, my heart started pounding.

See? Even though I had decided to let go, all the feelings I had had for him over the years still lingered in my mind. My heart would still race when I saw him, and my cheeks would still flush out of shyness.

I walked over and sat down as he pulled out my chair for me, polite as ever.

Zayne looked at me with mixed feelings in his gaze. "Wendy, I want to talk to you."

"About what?" I asked.

He looked at me again, his eyes full of conflicting emotions. "Wendy, I know I've neglected you lately, but about Jane and me…"

Just then, his phone rang. It was Rick.

"Mr. Ford, Ms. Dunn just tried to slit her wrists."

Zayne shot up from his seat. "What?!"

Watching his reaction, it felt like I had been hit with a cold shower, snuffing out the very last flicker of hope I had. I thought he would finally be honest with me and explain everything that had made me misunderstand his actions.

But as soon as Jane called, he was still worried about her first.

That was his explanation.

That was what he meant by wanting to talk.

"Zayne, just go," I said, lifting my head and forcing my voice to sound steady.

He looked at me, a flicker of pain passing through his eyes. "Wendy, I'm sorry. I'll be back as soon as I can."

He turned and hurried away.

I watched him leave, my chest aching sharply.

Then, everything went black.

I had fainted.

When I woke up, I was already in a hospital bed.

The doctor was talking to Rick. When he saw me wake up, he looked surprised. "Ma'am, you're awake."

I nodded, anxious.

Would he tell Rick Smith about the pregnancy?

"Your body is very weak. You need to rest." The doctor's tone was a bit stern. "Also, you're preg…"

Cold sweat broke out all over me.

Just then, Rick's phone rang.

"Sorry, it's Mr. Ford," He answered and stepped out.

I breathed a sigh of relief and quickly called the doctor back. "Please, can you not tell them about the pregnancy?"

The doctor nodded. "Of course. That's your private matter."

A few minutes later, Rick returned. "Ma'am, Mr. Ford has an emergency. I'll be going now."

He left a credit card on the table. "Mr. Ford told me to leave this for you. If you need anything, just tell the doctor."

Then, he rushed out.

Lying in the hospital bed, my heart felt heavy as I stared at the ceiling.

During my hospital stay, I often overheard the nurses gossiping.

"Ms. Dunn is so lucky to have a husband like Mr. Ford."

"Yeah, he's so nice to her. He comes to see her every day and even cooks for her himself."

"They say Ms. Dunn will soon give birth to Mr. Ford's heir."

"Three months pregnant, I heard…"

Every word stabbed into my heart.

The real wife of the man they were talking about was me, but I remained unseen, and no one knew who I was.

A few days later, I was finally discharged.

The first thing I did was go to the courthouse to pick up the divorce approval judgment that had been approved and filed for a long time.

Holding the official papers in my hand, I took a deep breath and forced myself to stay calm.

I knew that once I took this step, there was no turning back.

But I also knew it was the only way I could be free.

I took out my phone and called the courier service, arranging for the official papers to be sent, but when I was filling in the shipping date, I purposely delayed it by three days.

I wanted to make sure that by the time Zayne received the divorce documents, I would already be in Nord.

I never wanted to see him or hear anything about him ever again.