Mag-log inJenna prepared herself after putting her phone away and got in a taxi to the City Hall while repressing the anguish in her heart and the scorching sensation in her body.
It was a minute later. Rex attempted to contact Jena twice, but no one picked up, so he hung up and refused to try again.
Jenna was incredibly pale as she sat on a seat. Rex approached her an hour later with a stern, expressionless face and a chilly glance as he moved over.
"What specifically are you not happy with? Even though I know you have given more blood this month than usual, I have already paid you."
Jenna lifted her head to meet his harsh glare, "Let's simply get a divorce." She no longer wanted to talk to Rex Hidalgo; her voice was calm and collected.
They never repeated the same thing when speaking.
Jenna focused on the man's distinctive features as he stood before her. She fell head over heels in love with him because he was tall and attractive, but he, on the other hand, never once smiled at her.
She used to be careful not to aggravate him in the past, but now she felt numb when she saw his stern face.
Rex gave Jenna a melancholy glance. All her demands or requests were acceptable, but he could not accept that she did not respect authority.
'Is she certain she is the only person who can give blood?'
"Jenna, don't regret your decision."
Jenna smiled pitifully, "What I regret most is marrying you two years ago." She finally gave it some thought, and just now, nothing could be more apparent.
'I've endured enough pain in this union with Rex Hidalgo, I thought. It's enough already!'
They were the last couple standing in line because it was close to closing.
Their two years of marriage ended so hastily, in a matter of minutes.
The instant Jenna held the divorce certificate, and her heart quivered a little.
Rex did not even glance at her or say anything about wanting her to stay.
"Let's go to the hospital."
He still remembered to use her one last time.
Jenna lifted her head and laughed out loud. "Rex Hidalgo, I won't waste another drop of blood on her, even if she dies in front of me in the future."
Rex's eyes abruptly darkened. "Don't forget, the condition of our marriage back then is that you'll donate blood whenever she needs it. How could you curse Alice like that while she's sick?"
Jenna had a heart-stab-like sensation at that exact moment. She was in excruciating discomfort.
'Right... Only because I have golden blood could I marry him. I committed to giving Alice Florence my precious and uncommon Rh-null blood anytime she needed it.'
Jenna's gaze wavered as she met his, but all that could be seen in his eyes was his usual indifference.
Her grin grew wider until she finally let forth a chilly, uncontrollable chuckle.
'I should have realized long ago that Rex Hidalgo saw me as nothing more than a lowly walking blood bank.'
"Don't worry, I'll give her my blood one last time and settle our score, Rex Hidalgo; I don't give a damn about being your wife."
She gave Rex a mysterious smile before turning to walk away.
Rex had slightly knitted brows. He felt strangely irritated. He sensed that Jenna was not the same today, but he could not put his feelings into words. She appeared to be beyond his control.
He believed that he already knew her well with the two years of marriage. Before their marriage, she was clingy and insistent, but afterward, she developed into a meek and submissive wife.
Alice recently needed more blood transfusions. Jenna was a good wife, but he still felt terrible about it. He was irritated by Jenna's unexpected divorce request, but it was necessary.
Rex's dark eyes grew more intense as he managed to calm his irritated heart. 'Forget it; when she can't make it on her own, she'll naturally come back begging.'
Before Rex could respond, Jenna called a taxi and made her way to the hospital from the side of the road. She pushed the door open after locating Alice Florence's VIP area.
Alice was approached by a few medical professionals who attentively inquired if she was in pain.
Alice's eyes flitted, and she appeared ecstatic when she saw Jenna.
"Jenna, you're finally here! Are you not mad at me for always bothering you because of my poor health? I was worried that your body couldn't take it." Jenna approached her with a stern expression as she marched over.
"You did send that text, correct?"
She made a direct statement.
Jenna brutally slapped Alice's face before she could respond.
Alice yelled, "Ah!" and covered her cheek.
The blast wave tore through the damp night air like a physical entity, hitting Daniel and the breaching team in the back before they could clear the outer gravel yard.A wall of pure kinetic force and blinding, incendiary heat hurled bodies through the rain. Concrete fragments, jagged shards of corrugated iron, and twisted metal girders rained down across the industrial bay like lethal shrapnel. Daniel slammed hard onto the wet, muddy gravel, his shoulder taking the brunt of the impact as he tumbled three times before coming to a halt against a rusted shipping container.For several long, terrifying seconds, the world dissolved into a high-pitched, ringing silence.Thick, acrid black smoke rolled across the ground, smelling of sulfur, vaporized oil, and burning rubber. Flaming debris littered the perimeter, hiss-popping as cold rain pelted the wreckage. Daniel pushed himself up onto his elbows, his vision swimming, his l
The tension in the ICU suite had shifted from the quiet fragility of a hospital room to the high-stakes atmosphere of a war room.Word of the FBI’s intelligence update regarding the Widow, the merciless syndicate leader who had financed Alice Florence’s campaign of terror, had traveled quickly up to the fourth floor. Outside the suite, heavily armed Spanish law enforcement officers maintained a strict perimeter, but inside, a different kind of storm was brewing.Rex Hidalgo, barely forty-eight hours removed from a flatline event on the operating table, was sitting up on the edge of his bed.His face was drawn, pale as chalk, and his dark eyes burned with a feverish, dangerous intensity. A wide array of IV lines had been hastily disconnected by his own hands, leaving small drops of blood blooming on his forearm. He was struggling into a dark, high-collar tactical jacket, his breath coming in shallow, agonizing
The heavy, suffocating silence of ICU Suite 402 stretched out like a fragile thread waiting to snap.The morning sun bled through the reinforced glass, casting long, pale golden shafts across the bed where Rex Hidalgo lay suspended between life and death. The mechanical hiss of his ventilator, rhythmic, persistent, and unyielding, served as a stark, sterile cadence against the unspoken history hanging between them.Rex’s dark irises, clouded with fog from heavy narcotics and sheer physical exhaustion, never wavered from Jenna’s face. His hand, pale and trembling under the weight of his failing strength, squeezed her fingers with a desperate, agonizing grip, as if letting go meant sliding back into the cold, dark abyss he had spent twelve hours fighting to escape."...can we... start over?"The question echoed through the quiet room, sounding small, stripped of all corporate arrogance, and heavy with a raw, terrifying vulnerability.Jenna froze.Her breath trapped itself in her throat,
The mechanical hiss of the ventilator seemed to soften, fading into the quiet background as that single, fragile whisper hung in the sterile air of ICU Suite 402."...Jen...na..."The sound was barely a rasp, stripped of its usual commanding resonance, but to Jenna, it sounded like a thunderclap breaking through a storm that had lasted two agonizing years.Her breath hitched in her chest. She froze, her hands clutching his limp fingers as if reaching across an abyss. For a second, she was terrified that if she moved or spoke, the moment would shatter, exposing itself as nothing more than a fevered illusion born from sheer exhaustion and grief."Rex?" she whispered, her voice trembling violently.Slowly, heavily, Rex’s eyelids fluttered once more. The thick, dark lashes raised to reveal irises that were clouded with pain, fogged by narcotics, and swimming in profound weakness. Yet, as his gaze swept slowly across the room, it ignored the harsh fluorescent lighting, the IV lines, and th
The continuous, piercing scream of the heart monitor hung in the air like a death sentence.Rain swept through the shattered window of ICU Suite 402, whipping the sterile curtains into wild, frantic shapes as the cold Madrid night air mixed with the sharp smell of ozone, blood, and burnt skin. On the bed, Rex Hidalgo lay entirely motionless, his pale chest bare, his skin cold under the harsh fluorescent lights."Charge to three hundred!" the lead cardiologist shouted, his voice cutting through the mechanical chaos. "Clear!"THUMP!Rex’s body jolted violently off the mattress, his head snapping back as three hundred joules of raw electrical current surged through his chest. He crashed heavily back onto the sheets.The green line on the display fluttered for a fraction of a second, a erratic spike rising, only to flatten out instantly back into that horizontal, relentless line.BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP."No response! No pulse! Start chest compressions!" the doctor ordered,
The quiet hum of the ICU hummed with an ominous rhythm as the digital display above the service elevator chimed, announcing Alice Florence’s arrival on the fourth floor.Disguised in stolen blue medical scrubs, a surgical cap pulled low over her matted hair, and a sanitary mask concealing her pale, twitching face, Alice blended seamlessly into the sterile environment. In her right pocket, her fingers squeezed the grip of a heavy stainless-steel surgical scalpel. Her left wrist was hastily wrapped in a blood-soaked bandage, a grotesque souvenir from her violent escape from the police transport van.She did not feel the physical pain. Her mind had completely succumbed to a manic, blinding obsession. In her warped reality, Rex’s survival meant her absolute ruin, and Jenna’s heartbreak was the only prize left worth claiming. If she couldn't possess Rex Hidalgo, then no one would. She would sever his life support, slit his throat, and force Jenna to watch his remaining blood spill across t
Alice was dumbfounded when she saw Stella emerge from the side. ‘If Stella is here… then that means Jenna is here too. My guess was right all along,’ Alice thought, eyes narrowing as they focused on the final model standing ahead.The woman’s back was still turned, but her aura was unmistakable. El
Jenna sat in her office, sipping a light tea as she glanced at the packages. The large boxes were wrapped in elegant black matte, adorned with familiar golden logos."These look fancy," Stella muttered, already kneeling to inspect one of the bags. Her eyes widened. "Is this… is this the stuff you p
The chandelier lights sparkled above like a thousand tiny stars, but Jenna Hidalgo moved through the grand ballroom with the ease of someone who no longer needed to shine—because she radiated. Her outfit, though low-key at first glance, whispered exclusivity. A tailored midnight-blue jumpsuit with
As Jenna exited the lab, she was greeted by Jeffrey, who appeared curious about her early departure."Finished already?" Jeffrey inquired."Yes, and I have some news," Jenna replied. "Marydel has given me Little Traitor. I want to take her home."Jeffrey's eyebrows shot up in surprise, but then he s







