Semua Bab Learning From Others: Time to Change Wives: Bab 1 - Bab 10

Whitney stood frozen. Her gaze darted between the young man in Claire's arms and me sitting there in my loungewear, my expression stoic. "Claire," she began, her voice strained. "Didn't you say you were going back to your family?"A mocking laugh escaped Claire as she sauntered over to the dining table and glanced at the bowl of soup. "Girl, you actually believed me?" She patted Whitney on the shoulder, disdain crossing her face as she glanced at me. "It's just a man. Sweet-talk him a little, and he'll be fine. How could you actually cook for him? That's so beneath you."Whitney stiffened. What she feared most was being embarrassed in front of her friends. I watched her coldly, waiting to see how she'd respond. Suddenly, Whitney turned around and picked up the bowl of soup—the very one she'd spent four hours simmering and burned her hand making."Who said I made it especially for him?"Right in front of everyone, she poured the entire bowl straight into the nearby trash

I returned to the bedroom and locked the door behind me. Outside, I could hear Brian's sickeningly sweet voice and Whitney's deliberately exaggerated laughter. "Too bad," I thought. "She's going to be very disappointed."I took out my phone and called the rehabilitation center's director. "Ms. Thompson, have you finished arranging my mother's transfer?""Mr. Livingston, don't worry. Ms. Grant has personally taken care of everything. The top medical team will be transferring your mom to a private hospital this afternoon."I let out a long sigh of relief. …At three in the afternoon, Whitney pounded on my bedroom door. "Sean, come out and change! The stylist is here."I opened the door and saw a whole line of people standing in the living room, carrying designer suits and makeup cases. Brian was sitting on the couch. "Whitney, this deep-V shirt looks so good," he said. "Claire's boyfriend wore one just like that yesterday."Whitney didn't even look at the suit. She po

Whitney had no idea how she made it back to the villa. She stumbled into the living room and switched on every light, but under the harsh glare, the emptiness of the house only felt more pronounced. All my things were gone. She rushed into the bedroom and yanked open the nightstand drawer. There had once been a photo album inside, filled with memories of us from our college days to our wedding. Now, all that remained was a lonely spare key and the divorce agreement she'd torn in half."Sean…"Whitney sank to the floor, her hands trembling as she painstakingly pieced the torn agreement back together. Seeing our names on the agreement made her eyes sting. Suddenly, she remembered the day I had been critically injured in the car accident. She'd received the hospital's emergency notification saying that I was in critical condition, but at the time, she'd been holding a glass of wine while Claire and the other egged her on. "Whitney, your husband's putting on quite the show

After kneeling in the rain all night, Whitney developed a high fever the next day. It soon turned into acute pneumonia, and a passerby rushed her to the hospital.When she woke up, there was no one beside her. I wasn't there, nor were her friends. Even Brian, who had once sworn he'd always stay by her side, didn't show up. Whitney pulled the IV needle from the back of her hand and dragged her weak, feverish body out of the hospital. She wanted to withdraw the last of her savings and give it to me as compensation.But when she reached an ATM and entered her PIN, the screen showed a balance of zero. She froze up. She then frantically pulled up her transaction history. She discovered that the remaining 500,000 dollars in her account had been transferred to an unfamiliar account the day before.Brian was the one who made the transfer. He'd always known her banking PIN.A chill ran through Whitney as she dialed his number. The call connected quickly, and deafening music blared

Whitney was rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment. The blow from the glass bottle had been devastating. Combined with her prolonged malnutrition and pneumonia that had yet to fully clear, it had caused severe intracranial bleeding. The man who attacked her was taken straight to the police station by Keira and faced serious charges for aggravated assault. Three days later, Whitney woke up. The only sound in the hospital room was the steady beeping of the monitors. She slowly turned her bandaged head, searching for the familiar figure she so desperately wanted to see. The door opened, but it wasn't me. It was Keira's assistant. Without a trace of emotion, he placed a stack of medical bills on the bedside table. "Ms. Shaw, Ms. Grant has covered all of your medical expenses. She did so out of basic courtesy, and also because she appreciates that you stepped in and took the blow for Mr. Livingston that day."Whitney's eyes dimmed. "Where's Sean?" Her cracked lips