All Chapters of His Doom Comes When He Falls for Her: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

What Wilson didn't know was that I was no longer the Shannon Vance who cried over him.He owed me for that brush with death, for all the love he betrayed, and for the child I couldn't keep. And I intended to make him pay with everything he had.How?I'd start with his innocent lover.…For the next three days, Wilson didn't come home.His assistant, Brendon Hart, sent me daily updates on his whereabouts. He was basically only eating, shopping, and watching movies with that woman, Yvette Lawson. They were all lovey-dovey like a couple in the early stages of a romance.It seemed Wilson was actually smitten. He hadn't cycled through anyone new in days, which, given his history, counted as rare loyalty.As usual, I worked my shifts on time and performed every surgery meticulously, getting ready for the near future.In my downtime, I went over the reports Brendon sent. I was so calm, as if Wilson's actions had nothing to do with me.On a Thursday afternoon, after finishing a gruel

As expected, like every other woman Wilson had been with, Yvette started taunting me.She'd send intimate photos of herself and Wilson with a text. "Ms. Vance, Mr. Gunner says I'm the most special woman he's ever met."She'd call me when Wilson was coming home and say innocently, "Ms. Vance, Mr. Gunner won't be coming back tonight. He wants to watch the stars with me."And clearly, Wilson was wrapped around her finger.Each time Yvette provoked me, he'd sign over another property to me, calling it compensation.I didn't get upset. I just signed the papers quietly.On my birthday, Yvette didn't let up.My party was grand, with friends, family, and business partners. Wilson, as my husband, stayed by my side, accepting everyone's wishes.But halfway through, Yvette called him. I didn't hear what was said, but his expression changed, and he urgently said, "Yvette's in trouble. I have to go."Ignoring the curious eyes of our guests, he turned and left.I stood frozen. The smile on

My words were like a stone plunged into a stagnant pool. But instead of a ripple, they ignited a violent storm in Wilson's eyes.As he lay on the hospital bed, already pale from weakness, he seemed to lose the last trace of color in his skin.His mouth hung open, a rasping sound escaping his throat. His eyes locked onto me, filled with disbelief and horror.For a few seconds, there was nothing but silence. Then, the eruption came."N-No way. You're lying! Shannon, you're fucking lying to me!"Wilson tried to push himself up, but his weakened body failed him. He collapsed back onto the bed.He ignored his condition. Veins bulged on his forehead as he roared with a twisted expression, "She's so pure and innocent. How could she possibly be… a freak?"His reaction was exactly what I expected. Or maybe even more extreme than I imagined.I stood there calmly. Wilson's crude words didn't anger me. If anything, I looked quietly concerned.When he finally ran out of breath and broke in

Watching Wilson thank me with tears in his eyes, completely unaware of the truth, only deepened the frost inside me.He would never realize that the papers he had signed himself were the tools that would bury everything he had.A week later, Wilson suddenly developed a high fever. Severe pain and swelling spread through his lower abdomen.After an emergency examination, the doctor told me with a grave expression that Wilson had developed a rare case of Fournier's gangrene. Immediate surgical debridement was required, or his life would be in danger.The moment Wilson heard the word "gangrene", especially considering where the infection was, he completely broke down.The thing he feared most had finally happened.Fear and humiliation swallowed him whole. He grabbed my arm like a drowning man clinging to the last piece of driftwood.Fear and humiliation swallowed him whole. He grabbed my arm like a drowning man clinging to the last piece of driftwood and began to babble, "Shannon,

With every word I spoke, Wilson's face grew paler.The anger in his eyes was swallowed by shock and disbelief. He had never imagined that the past he so casually dismissed had left such deep scars in me."I…" He tried to argue, but every word felt powerless against the truth.The violent surge of emotion, combined with the trauma to his body, finally broke him. His eyes rolled back, and he passed out again. The monitor shrieked an urgent alarm.As the medical team rushed in to stabilize him, I stood coldly aside, expressionless, like a detached observer.…A few days later, at Gunner Corp's press conference, I stood under the glaring lights in a sharply tailored black suit. My face showed fatigue, but my gaze was unwavering.Facing the cameras and murmuring media, I bowed deeply."Thank you, everyone, for your concern regarding myself and my husband, Mr. Wilson Gunner."My voice carried a faint rasp of exhaustion. "It is with a heavy heart that I must inform you that my husban