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A message alert appeared in Jenna’s phone coming from Rex her husband.[Go to the hospital to donate blood now.]Jenna was momentarily taken aback upon seeing the message and felt as though she had suffered from a fatal heart blow.Ding!Another SMS was sent right after that. It was a notification from the bank informing her of a fund transfer of $500,000.Jenna scrolled up to view her conversation with Rex for the past 2 years of them being married.[Come to the hospital now to donate blood.][You have received a Fund transfer of $500,000.][An emergency happens; please donate blood now.][You have received a Fund transfer of $500,000.] [Visit the hospital right away to give blood.][You have received a Fund transfer of $500,000.]During their two years of marriage, the only time that Jenna's husband, Rex Hidalgo, got in touch with her was those times when he urged her to visit the hospital to sell her blood, specifically to Alice Florence.Over the course of their marriage, Rex treated Jenna like a stranger.Jenna had already given blood three times this month alone, which was more than her body could handle.Jenna reclined on the sofa as her eyes began to consciously droop and blur. She stood in the rain for over an hour yesterday as she waited for Rex to finish work, so today she stayed home since she felt sick and lightheaded. Most likely, Rex was unaware that she was feverish as well.She coughed and held her phone as she deliberated her response. She was about to give up when an unknown number abruptly texted her, crushing her last resolve and self-respect.Ding![Even if you are Mrs. Hidalgo, you're just a nominal wife that shamelessly occupy this position for 2 years. Have you ever caught Rex's eye? He stayed with me last night. If I were you, I would look for a rope to hang myself. You're just a vile home wrecker!]Home Wrecker?Jenna experienced a sudden sense of suffocation, depression, and unease. The official wife of Rex Hidalgo was Jenna. She sacrificed her relationships with her family and friends to marry this man for two years, yet she was labeled a vile home wrecker.Her chest felt as though it were being crushed once more. All of her sentiments for Rex that had been building up throughout her lowly days as his wife now broke into pieces.A photo was then sent to her phone after that message. Rex's peaceful sleeping face was there. This face, which was like an intricate work of art, was the reason she was drawn to him like a moth to a flame. This image served as proof of the preceding message.Alice Florence was the woman who was resting on Rex's shoulder. The corners of Alice's mouth curved up, indicating her wakefulness even though they both had their eyes closed.They appeared to be an affectionate couple in the photo.Suddenly, her phone rang. A call came in from Hidalgo Villa.The moment Jenna took it up, as usual, Dianne, Rex's mother, curtly ordered her around.Did you forget what day it is, Jenna? Come over as soon as possible to cook for us as the maids are off today!Jenna scoffed and hung up the phone silently.She had been trying to hold onto this frail marriage by being cautious with Rex Hidalgo.She was underappreciated at work, but she still tried her best to play Rex's secretary.Rex's mother and sister at home despised her due to her "unknown origin." Every chance they got, they picked on her because they were rude. They gave her chores like cooking, doing the laundry, and even cleaning the house. Jenna, who was intended to be the Hidalgo family's young Madam, was treated like a subservient slave. She remained submissive and meek. She also avoided bothering Rex or placing him in a tough situation by never complaining about any of this to him.She had been through so much suffering that she was immune to it.Jenna was prepared to persevere and put up with everything, no matter how much the people around her loathed her for the sake of Rex Hidalgo.Rex didn't appear to have any recollection of her being his wife for the previous two years, though. The only times he spoke to her were to assign her tasks at work, urging her to give blood, and send money to her.Jenna felt worn out at that precise time. She was unable to continue holding on.She had experienced Alice Florence's provocation before. Jenna used to be able to shrug off those insulting remarks in the past, but this picture absolutely crushed her self-esteem.She was overcome by shame, loneliness, and biting cold.‘Was my marriage of two years a joke? 'Jenna's expression was really dejected at that very time. Finally, she had made up her mind.‘All right, this joke needs to end.’Jenna sent Rex a message after quickly scrolling through her phone.[We should divorce.]She was still feeling lightheaded, but she knew this was the right decision.Rex immediately gave her a call. At this point, Jenna had already anticipated his anger. "Jenna, what are you making a fuss about? How much do you want? Just state a price. The doctor told that Alice is in critical condition," the man remarked in a cold and harsh tone.Jenna abruptly cut him off after struggling to control her dizziness. “Rex Hidalgo, I'll see you at City Hall in an hour, or you may watch her die” she added with a chilly smile.After saying that, she disconnected. The next instant, she got another message.[You have received a Fund transfer of $1,000,000.]“Hahahahaha…”Jenna roared with laughter as she sobbed uncontrollably.'This is absurd! It's just too ridiculous...'RexThe boardroom was a storm, voices rising and crashing like waves, but Rex only saw her.Jenna sat at the head of the table, spine straight, her calm presence cutting through the chaos. She didn’t flinch when shareholders demanded her resignation. She didn’t falter when Veronica Duval, all diamonds and disdain, tried to corner her with accusations.Instead, Jenna dropped her evidence like a blade — the audio recording of Veronica’s assistant admitting the forgeries. The tide shifted instantly. Panic swirled, fear reshaped into relief, and Jenna held her ground like a queen defending her crown.Rex leaned against the back wall, silent, watching. Pride swelled in his chest, but so did something else — guilt, thick and bitter, a weight he could never set down.Because for every moment Jenna shone, he remembered the nights she’d cried alone. Nights he hadn’t been there. Nights, he’d chosen Alice instead.No more, he thought. Not again.The next morning, he put his old skills back to us
VeronicaThe chandeliers blazed over the gala, gilding laughter and ambition equally. Veronica Duval swept into the ballroom as though it were her stage, each movement deliberate, each smile calculated. Eyes followed her; after all, she was the daughter of Étienne Duval, the French financier who had recently bought into the Anderson Empire as a minor shareholder.But she hadn’t returned merely to represent her father. Her reasons were sharper, rooted in envy. Jenna Anderson’s name was everywhere — newsfeeds, boardrooms, whispered across parties. Worse, Chris Avila, the man Veronica had admired for years, had once publicly defended Jenna. That wound gnawed at her pride.Tonight, Veronica would begin reclaiming her ground.She spotted Chris across the room, engaged in casual conversation. When their eyes met, her lips curved into a practiced smile.“Chris,” she greeted as she drew close, her voice low, accented, velvet. “Moonveil has grown dull without you.”He blinked, startled but co
AliceThe bar’s atmosphere was a blend of quiet jazz and whispered ambition. Shadows clung to the velvet booths, hiding secrets in their folds. Alice Florence adjusted her dress, lifting her martini glass as she studied the woman opposite her.Veronica Duval was not merely beautiful. She was a weapon, polished and deadly, wrapped in couture. Recently returned from Geneva, Veronica brought a storm of curiosity and influence. A shareholder in the Anderson-Hidalgo venture, her opinion could sway investors like the tide.Alice leaned forward, her tone soft but sharp. “You’ve seen the news. Jenna Anderson walks like she owns this city. She survived a crash, and now she parades her resilience as though she’s invincible.”Veronica’s eyes narrowed over the rim of her wine glass. “Everywhere I go since my return, I hear her name. Headlines. Investors. Whispers about her leadership. And then—” her lips tightened “—Chris Avila’s name beside hers. Always hers.”Alice smirked. “He courted her once
The rain tapped against her office window like impatient fingers. Jenna sat at her desk, the report Lucas had delivered hours ago spread before her. The ink was stark, the confession damning. Every line screamed Alice Florence's guilt, yet Jenna felt the ache of memory instead of triumph.Her mind replayed the accident in bursts — the sudden jolt when her brakes failed, the sight of headlights rushing toward her, the terror that clawed at her chest when she realized she had no control. Then Rex's car had appeared, his Range Rover slamming into her path, wrenching her vehicle out of death's reach. His figure had blurred as he pulled her out of twisted metal, his voice rough with panic.She had almost died.Not by chance.By Alice's hand.Jenna closed her eyes, inhaling deeply. Justice wasn't optional now. It wasn't about pride or old grudges. It was survival for her.Her assistant, Lucas, entered quietly, a folder in his hands. His young face was tight with fatigue; he had worked throu
The condo door slammed behind him, but Alice’s voice still clung to his ears like smoke.And yet she still doesn’t want you back.Rex shoved his hands into his coat pockets, jaw clenched so tightly it ached. The night air cut sharply against his skin, but it wasn’t the cold that made him tremble. It was the weight of years — of choices, misplaced loyalties, and shadows he had lived in without questioning if they were real.Alice had lied. That much the report confirmed. But the question that burned in him now wasn’t just about her attempt on Jenna’s life. It was the foundation of everything she had held over him — Martin.Martin Hendrick. His best friend. His brother in arms. A man whose memory he had honored in silence, even when it bled him dry.Alice always whispered about Martin. How Martin had cared for her. Martin had confessed his love before fate took him. How Rex, by extension, was bound to protect her as Martin would have wanted.Those words had shackled him. He’d believed t
Rex’s pulse spiked.Her brakes aren’t working.The voice in his head turned into a roar. He pushed his car harder, weaving through sparse traffic to keep close. Her taillights blurred as she fought the wheel, the car jerking like an animal trying to break free.Then he saw the looming bulk of a truck ahead, its headlights cutting through the dark like knives.He didn’t think.Didn’t weigh options.He just made the choice.A sharp turn, a calculated swerve — metal screamed against metal as his Range Rover slammed across her path, forcing her car sideways. Tires screeched, the smell of burning rubber filled his nose, and the world spun in a dizzy smear of motion until both vehicles shuddered to a halt a dozen meters away.Pain blossomed at the side of his head where it hit the frame. His vision blurred, but the first thing he saw was her car — the crumpled front, the still figure inside.“Jenna!”He stumbled out, ignoring the throb in his skull. Every step felt heavy, but his fear dragg