Chapter 2 My best friend turned out a homewrecker

Ophelia sat weakly on the cold hospital bed, cold sweat covering her forehead.

She could still feel the warmth of her child on her chest, but the harsh reality was that her child had been taken away—taken before she could even hold her properly.

She gripped her hospital gown tightly, her hands trembling, and tears blurred her vision. Why? Why had Alexander become so cruel?

The door to her room was pushed open—

“Ophelia?”

She turned quickly, hope flashing in her broken eyes. “Wren!”

Wren hesitated for a moment before rushing forward. As soon as she got close, Ophelia threw herself into her arms, holding her tightly as if she were a lifeline.

“He took her,” Ophelia sobbed. “Alexander took my child, Wren! He—he said she’s not his, and now he wants a divorce!”

Wren froze for a moment in Ophelia’s embrace, but Ophelia was lost in her sorrow and didn’t notice.

She pulled back slightly, her red eyes desperately searching Wren’s face. “You have to help me. Wren, you know Alexander only trusts you. You’re good friends, aren’t you? He always listens to you.”

For a brief moment, a flicker of a happy expression crossed Wren’s face.

She quickly masked it.

“Ophelia…” she bit her lip, hesitating before speaking softly. “I can’t—I—”

“You can!” Ophelia gasped as a sharp pain surged in her chest. She gripped Wren’s hand tightly. “Please! You’re my best friend! You’ve always supported me, haven’t you?”

Ophelia clung to Wren, her gaze pleading. “Please, just say something, and he’ll believe you.”

Wren let out a cold laugh, prying Ophelia’s fingers away and standing up, looking down at her from above.

“Ophelia, darling. How naïve are you?”

“Wha—what do you mean?” Ophelia’s eyes widened.

Wren’s lips curled into a smile that didn’t resemble a smile at all. “Why would I help you? Everything that’s happened is because of me.”

A chill ran down Ophelia’s spine. “Wren… what are you talking about?!”

“Enough. Ophelia, stop pretending to be innocent. You’ve been hurting me all along. You have everything—a wealthy family, an enviable life… But what infuriates me the most is that you got Alexander’s love.”

“He’s my husband!” Ophelia shouted, her voice trembling with rage. “I never stole him from you! I didn’t even know about you—”

“Of course you didn’t know!” Wren laughed loudly. “Because you never saw me, never cared about me!”

She pulled out her phone from her pocket, opened the recording, and played Alexander’s whispered voice.

“Wren… that feels so good…”

The voice pierced Ophelia’s eardrum like a dagger.

She staggered back, gripping the iron railing of the hospital bed, her knuckles turning white.

But Wren didn’t stop, pulling open her shirt collar to reveal fresh kiss marks on her neck.

“He’s a beast, but I like him that way. You know, Alexander was hurt by you. I was just comforting him. I didn’t do anything wrong…”

Ophelia’s throat felt like it was filled with glass shards. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move.

“You’re crazy,” she murmured.

Ophelia could barely breathe. The man she loved, the man she had poured her heart into, had betrayed her, and was now with her best friend.

“Get away!” Ophelia screamed. She had to go tell Alexander, but a man grabbed her faster.

Wren approached her, forcibly lifting her chin. “Oh, here’s the best part,” she continued, leaning in slightly. “Do you remember when Alexander’s mother fell down the stairs?”

Ophelia clenched her fists. How could she forget that day? “The servants… said I pushed her.” That was the beginning of Alexander’s hatred for her.

But they still had sex, and later she got pregnant, thinking the baby would be the turning point in their relationship. But then—

Her angry gaze shifted back to Wren.

“She lied,” Wren’s smile became even more dazzling. “I pushed her. But of course, everyone believed it was you.”

Ophelia struggled, trying to escape, but she had no strength left.

How could Alexander believe this snake of a woman!

As if sensing her doubt, Wren explained. “Oh, forget it, Ophelia, don’t waste your energy. You know Alexander already hated your mother. I just nudged him in the right direction, and he instantly believed it was you who did it.”

Ophelia’s knees buckled, and she collapsed. Her mother had ruined Alexander’s family, and now she was being falsely accused of pushing his mother.

Of course, he would believe she was avenging her mother.

When Alexander chose Wren, this snake, he lost all trust in her.

Tears slid down her face, but she quickly wiped them away.

“Wren… you won. You can keep Alexander. I just want my child.”

“How could I let you take Alexander’s child?” Wren laughed.

“What do you want to do!” Ophelia rushed forward. Before she could touch her, Wren pulled out a fruit knife and stabbed it into her abdomen.

And the bodyguards immediately backed away.

Ophelia quickly stepped forward, pressing her hands over Wren’s stomach. “Wren, are you okay?”

The door to the hospital room was pushed open again, and Alexander rushed in, immediately shoving Ophelia aside. “You and your child will have to pay the price.”