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Jayson: When I finally arrived at the hospital, I stepped out of the car and walked inside. The moment I reached Betty's floor, I saw Marcus and Eleanor sitting outside her room. My mother and her husband are there too, it's well. Both of them looked drained. Marcus stood immediately when he saw me. “What are you doing here?” “The doctor called me.” Eleanor looked at me but said nothing. “She asked for me,” I added. Marcus's expression hardened. “She asked for her husband.” I nodded. “I want to see her.” He stepped in front of the door. “You've done enough.” “Marcus.” “You heard me.” I clenched my jaw. “She asked for me so I'm going inside to see her.” “You think because she's awake everything is suddenly fine?” “No.” “Then don't walk in there expecting her to forgive you.” “I didn't say I expected that.” Marcus stared at me for several seconds before finally stepping aside. “Five minutes.” I opened the door. The room was quiet. Betty was awake. Her eyes were o

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Jayson: “The pregnancy is currently stable,” The doctor continued. “However, she is physically and emotionally vulnerable. We need to avoid anything that could cause severe emotional distress.” Marcus swallowed. “Does that include telling her about the divorce?” The doctor hesitated. “Right now, yes. I strongly advise against suddenly telling her that her marriage has ended.” “But the divorce is already…” “I understand,” he interrupted me. “But from her perspective, that event hasn't happened. If she suddenly learns that she lost her marriage, discovered her husband was with another woman, left home, and ended up hospitalized…all at once, the emotional shock could be severe.” “So what are we supposed to do?” “Let her recover first. We can monitor her memory and assess whether those memories return naturally.” “And if they don't?” I asked. The doctor looked at me. “Then we'll deal with that when the time comes.” I stared at the floor. This was insane. Only

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Betty’s POVJayson has always been the kind of man who acted as though nothing in the world could ever truly bother him. He moved through life with a quiet, almost indifferent confidence that used to frustrate me more than I ever admitted out loud. He could walk past me in the hallway of our Paris mansion without a single word, spend entire evenings buried in work documents or long conference calls, and give me that same cool, unreadable look whenever I tried to catch his attention. That was the version of him I had grown used to—the distant husband, the man who fulfilled his marital duties with careful politeness but never with warmth.That was the man I married under a contract neither of us had chosen freely.I don't know what exactly made me love him even despite this cold nonchalant attitude of his, like my heart still chose him.He always gives me the I DON'T CARE ABOUT YOU attitude.But ever since I returned from the hospital, his nonchalantness has changed.He was still Ja

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(BETTY’S POV)I swallowed. “Jay, it’s okay.”“No, it isn’t.” He looked directly into my eyes. “You didn’t deserve it.”I forced a small smile, though my chest felt tight. “I understood why you acted that way.”“That doesn’t make it right.”“You were in love with someone else.” The words came out more quietly than I intended. “Anyone in my position would have been hurt. But even though you didn’t love me, you still treated me well in front of everyone. You took care of me when I was sick. You never deliberately humiliated me.”His expression softened. “You were there for me too.”I looked down at the roses in my arms. “I was your wife.”“You were more than that.”My eyes immediately returned to meet his own. For a moment neither of us said a word. There was something in the silence—something charged and unspoken. The way he was looking at me made my heart race. Suddenly all the little things he had done over the past few days came rushing back: the way he would not let me cook, the

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(Betty’s POV)I stared at the name. For several seconds I could not believe what I was seeing. Jewel, Jayson’s first love. The woman he has just admitted he still loved only minutes ago. The woman whose name had haunted the beginning of my marriage. She sent me a friend request.A slow, almost disbelieving smile spread across my lips even as my stomach twisted. I stared at her profile picture—elegant, polished, the same woman I had seen in the old photographs Jayson used to keep. My thumb hovered over the screen. I did not know why she had sent it. I did not know what she wanted. But one thing was certain: Jewel Smith has walked into my life and this time, she has come looking for me.I stared at the friend request for several more seconds, a strange mixture of curiosity and apprehension settling heavily in my chest. Even seeing her name there felt surreal. For months she existed in my marriage as a ghost I could never escape—a woman I never properly met but somehow knew f

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(Betty’s POV)Haven’t I already spent years trying not to interfere? Haven’t I accepted every cold look, every distant response, every reminder that his heart belonged somewhere else? Nobody knew that. Nobody knew that sometimes I had cried myself to sleep because I felt like a stranger in my own marriage. Nobody knew how humiliating it was to stand beside a man who looked at everyone except his own wife with genuine affection. Nobody knew how many times I had told myself that perhaps things would eventually change.And now, because strangers had seen a few pictures and heard one side of a story, I was suddenly the woman who had stolen someone else’s love.I opened TikTok again. I should not have. But I did. A new comment caught my attention.“She probably got pregnant on purpose to trap him.”My heart stopped. My hand instinctively moved to my stomach. The words hurt more than I expected.“How did you even know that?” I whispered to the empty room.Another person replied beneath it.

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(Betty’s POV) The footage was clear enough that there was no mistaking either of them. For a moment everything around me became strangely quiet. I stared at the screen, and did not know where they were going. I did not know why they were there. I did not know what had happened before the video was recorded. But none of that mattered to Thalia. She wanted me to be hurt, it's obvious she wanted me to see it. I slowly lifted my gaze. “Is that all?” She looked surprised. “What?” I handed the phone back. “Is that all you wanted to show me?” Her expression hardened. “You aren’t even going to cry?” “No.” I forced a smile. “Why would I cry in front of you?” She stared at me for a moment before saying, “Because you’re pathetic enough to keep hoping he will eventually love you.” The words hit me harder than I wanted to admit. But I refused to give her the satisfaction. I turned around. “I have nothing else to say to you.” I walked out of the kitchen. My hands were

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Jayson’s POVMy fingers would not stop trembling after rushing Betty to the hospital.I stood outside the operating theatre with my heart slamming against my ribs so hard, that I thought it might crack them open. The fluorescent lights of the private Paris clinic felt too bright, too clinical, too indifferent to the chaos inside me.There was so much blood on the floor of the resort lounge, on Betty’s dress, on my hands when I lifted her. The image would not leave me. Her face was pale, her eyes unfocused, her hand still pressed protectively over her stomach even as consciousness slipped away.What if she loses the baby? I shook my head, no, I shouldn't even think about that.She can't, I've already filled every quiet moment of the last weeks with the imagined future of becoming a father, holding my baby's tiny hands. Soft cries in the middle of the night. The weight of a child against my chest I never allowed myself to want anything that much before, the way i wanted to hold my

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Betty’s POVI opened my eyes slowly, feeling hurt not physically, but the kind of pain that just ache.The ceiling above me was familiar in a way that made my heart ache before my mind fully caught up. Soft cream paint. The same crack near the corner that has always looked like a thin river. The faint scent of lavender from the sachets my stepmother kept in the drawers. Memories arrived in jagged pieces. Asking Jayson for a divorce after discovering he celebrated his birthday with Jewel Smith—his first love, the woman whose name lived in the spaces between us since the day I signed the contract. The way his face had lit up with relief when I said I was leaving. The drive away from his mansion in the rain. The sudden screech of tyres. The hospital. Waking up to the quiet miracle of a positive pregnancy test and the strange, careful way Jayson had begun to treat me afterward. The roses. The apology that had almost felt real. The argument at the resort. Jewel’s hands shoving my s

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Jayson’s POV The courthouse steps in the 8th arrondissement was colder than the autumn air warranted. I stood near the heavy wooden doors, the formal suit I chose that morning was already too tight across my shoulders. Jewel was beside me, her hand resting lightly on my arm the way she always used to when she wanted the world to know we belonged together. I did not pull away. Part of me needed the anchor. Another part of me hated the show off, because she knows the media is talking about us badly, yet she keeps doing things to make it worse. Any slight opportunity, social media will start insulting me, making me look like a player. And I hated it, but I'm popular already, I can't avoid it. Betty was inside, I saw her drive in ten minutes ago. She stepped out carefully, as if every movement still hurt, and walked up the steps without looking in my direction. Her father and stepmother flanked her. The loss of our baby sat in my chest like a stone that refused to dissolve. Ev

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