Chapter 4

Just then, someone pulled open the door of the ward.

Gary stood in the doorway. He still wore the same white coat stained with Cindy’s blood.

He looked exhausted. Clear impatience was etched across his face.

“Diana, what have you been telling the nurse?

“Cindy heard that you want a divorce. She got so worked up that she nearly had a heart attack.

“She needs to rest right now. Can you stop upsetting her like this?”

I looked at him. The faint ache in my chest felt sharper than the pain from losing my leg.

Even at a time like this, I still was not the first thing on his mind.

Instead, he was concerned whether our impending divorce had upset Cindy.

“Gary,” I said calmly. “I already signed the divorce agreement.”

His expression changed slightly.

“What did you say?”

“I said we’re getting a divorce.”

He strode over to the bed and grabbed the documents from the bedside table.

When he reached the final page, his brows drew tightly together.

“Diana, what are you doing?

“I only gave Cindy the antidote. Do you really have to take this spat all the way to a divorce?”

I looked at his tightly clenched fists as I said softly, “This isn’t about the antidote.

“It’s because I finally realized that, in your heart, my leg isn’t even worth as much as her dream of dancing.”

Gary’s expression turned cold.

“Do you really have to make it sound that harsh? Cindy is a dance teacher. If she loses her leg, she’ll lose her entire life.”

“What about me?”

I pointed to the empty space beneath the blankets.

“So, losing a leg is just an inconvenience to you, huh?”

“Diana, stop being unreasonable!”

He slammed the divorce agreement on the table.

“I’m not signing it.”

I looked at him and smiled slowly.

“You don’t have to. From now on, I’ll let the court decide.”

Anger finally surfaced in Gary’s gaze.

“Do you think that there’s really someplace you can go once you leave me? Your family already gave up on you. Without me as your husband, you’re nothing.”

I looked down at the divorce agreement.

Five years ago, I had given up my position as an heir just to marry him.

Five years later, he used that very identity to threaten me.

He had no idea that Tommy was on his way.

My family had never truly abandoned me.

I looked up and met his gaze without flinching for the first time.

“Gary, you’ll find out soon enough. You’ll find out exactly who I am outside of our marriage.”

Right after I finished my sentence, we heard hurried footsteps outside the ward.

Tommy’s icy voice rang out. He asked, “Gary, who gave you the right to lay a hand on Diana?”