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The ambulance came, and the paramedics got me on the stretcher.Lying in the ER with an IV in my arm, I shot a text to Phoebe.[Phoebe, I'm getting a divorce.]After they discharged me, I stayed home for a few days, thinking I'd finally get some peace. Then my phone started blowing up.Drained, I answered. Alfred's voice was ice-cold."I'm picking you up for dinner."Before I could respond, he hung up.Might as well play nice until the divorce was final. I got dressed and went out.The second he saw my face, something clicked in his expression."I forgot to grab your ointment. The restaurant's near the hospital—I'll take you there first.""No need. It's been days. I'm fine."He sighed, almost relieved. "Thought so. It's been seven years. If you're still hurting, it's all in your head."I let out a dry laugh. "Yeah. Seven years."Seven years ago, I used everything I had to shove Alfred out of that burning building. A falling beam crushed me under the flames.Three broken r
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As the girl walked away, she kept glancing back at Alfred, reluctant to leave. "I'll always support you and Vivian! You have to get married!"Alfred watched them go, then casually dropped a scoop of ice cream onto my plate. "Babe, don't take it to heart. The CEO Falls in Love series on Vivian's socials is blowing up—it's great for the company. You have no idea how happy it makes her. If I shut it down, she'll be upset."I barely looked at him. "I don't care. You don't need to explain."Another sharp pain ripped through my stomach. I clutched my abdomen, my face paling.On the drive home, his phone rang again."Mr. Johnston, can you pick me up from the pool? I'm wearing something way too revealing—it's impossible to get a cab. Please, please?"Vivian's voice was sickly sweet, practically dripping through the speaker.Alfred chuckled. "Alright, alright, I'm on my way."After hanging up, he grabbed my hand and kissed it. "Babe, let's go pick up Vivian together. That way, you won't
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When I came to, I was in a hospital bed.Phoebe was there, along with Alfred's parents, Christopher and Margaret. But Alfred? Nowhere.Christopher's hands shook with rage. "Where did I go wrong raising him? He's nothing but heartless!"Margaret sobbed. "Why won't he answer? Hannah is hurt so badly..."Phoebe, ever calm, spoke from the corner. "Hannah, we should call the police. This was attempted murder."Margaret immediately sat beside me, smoothing my hair. "Sweetheart, we're family. And in any family, there are bumps along the way. Alfred's a sensible boy—he'll apologize."Phoebe started to argue, but I cut in. "Phoebe, can you get me something to eat? I'm starving."She hesitated, then left. Now, it was just me and them.I pushed myself up, fighting the ache. "Christopher, Margaret... I'm divorcing Alfred."Their faces drained of color. They practically collapsed."Divorce isn't a game! This could ruin the company's reputation!""Alfred's always been so good to you! You
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Alfred looked at me lying there, weak and exhausted. For a split second, guilt flickered across his face."Honey, I'm sorry. I didn't know you had asthma."I didn't respond. There was no point—his heart had no place for me anymore.Phoebe, seeing that I was stabilizing, stormed over and slapped him. Hard.Christopher and Margaret didn't stop her. They just watched as she let loose, screaming and hitting him like she'd completely lost it.She yanked my medical records from the drawer and flung them onto the floor."Are you even a man? Hannah was pregnant, and not only did you ignore her, but you tried to run her over! Well, congratulations—you got what you wanted. The baby's gone. So is her uterus. At least now she won't have to suffer under a bastard like you anymore."Alfred picked up the records, his hands shaking. Tears dripped onto the pages.***One week laterI was discharged.First thing I did? Filed for divorce.But Alfred refused to sign.One day, he was "too busy
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The second I stepped into the banquet hall that night, Alfred sneered."Why are you dressed so cheap?"Then, as if nothing happened, he grabbed my hand and led me to our seats.Flipping through the menu, I spotted something unfamiliar and tapped his arm."Honey, what's the difference between white truffle and black truffle? Which one should I get?"Before he could answer, Vivian piped up, loud enough for everyone to hear."Looks like Mrs. Johnston doesn't eat at Michelin-starred restaurants much. White truffles are way pricier than black ones."She even threw Alfred a flirty glance.He shot me a look of pure disgust. "If you don't know, just keep your mouth shut. Don't embarrass me."Later, I found out he regularly took Vivian to Michelin-starred restaurants.That night, after we got home, I waited for Alfred to get in the shower before sneaking a look at his messages.Vivian had texted him:[Mr. Johnston, was I too harsh today? Mrs. Johnston didn't seem happy...]Alfred r
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For three days while Alfred was abroad, Vivian lost it. She couldn't reach him, so she camped outside my house, waiting. When I got fed up and called security, she started lurking by the neighborhood entrance, stalking me every time I stepped out.She looked awful—her once bright eyes now lifeless.I poured her a cup of tea.She stared at me, wide-eyed. "Mr. Johnston called you, didn't he? Why is he ignoring me but talking to you?"I shrugged. "Ask him. Not my problem."Vivian scoffed. "Don't think you're special just because you're 'Mrs. Johnston.' Washed-up women like you always get dumped."I didn't bother responding.She smirked, taking a sip. "I'm younger, prettier, and way more fun than you. Be honest—how many times has he even touched you this year?"I nodded. "You're right about everything. So do me a favor—tell him to hurry up and divorce me so he can marry you. Being a mistress forever? Not exactly a flex."Vivian's eyes went round. "You old hag, who are you calling
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I stood to leave, but Alfred slammed his hand on the table."Wait. I have something to show you."He pulled out a crumpled piece of paper.I unfolded it—my childhood wish list. Back in elementary school, our teacher had us write down our biggest dreams. Most kids wrote a sentence. I filled a whole page.Alfred smiled, tapping the paper. "Honey, don't divorce me. I'll make these dreams come true, one by one, okay?"You wanted to see the lavender fields in Provence? Let's go tomorrow."You wanted to learn free diving and swim in Saipan? I'll learn with you."And here, you also said—""Enough, Alfred." I cut him off. "Know what my biggest wish used to be?"He shook his head."To marry you." My voice was flat. "I got what I wanted. Turns out, it wasn't as great as I imagined. So now, I have a new wish—to divorce you and live freely. Didn't you say you'd help me fulfill my dreams?"But he wouldn't grant me that one.Over and over, he asked why. Why now? Why was I so set on leavi
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After finalizing the divorce, I bought a villa in the suburbs. Big backyard, plenty of space, and rows of blooming lavender—exactly how I liked it.I hadn't lived there long when frantic knocking jolted me awake.Groggy, I dragged myself to the door. A woman stood outside, clothes in tatters, eyes hollow. Something about her felt... familiar."Hannah Hill. It's been years. Never thought I'd find you hiding out here."I blinked. "Do I know you?""You don't remember me? Seven years ago, I set fire to Alfred's house. You ran in to save him. I still remember when that beam crashed down on you."She smiled, like she was reminiscing about an old movie.I took a step back. "What? How do you know about that fire?"I'd always thought it was an accident. After I was hospitalized, Christopher and Margaret handled everything. By the time I was discharged, it was old news."My name's Michelle Saun. You should remember me."Michelle Saun.Yeah, I remembered.Back in college, she was the
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After finalizing the divorce, I bought a villa in the suburbs. Big backyard, plenty of space, and rows of blooming lavender—exactly how I liked it.I hadn't lived there long when frantic knocking jolted me awake.Groggy, I dragged myself to the door. A woman stood outside, clothes in tatters, eyes hollow. Something about her felt... familiar."Hannah Hill. It's been years. Never thought I'd find you hiding out here."I blinked. "Do I know you?""You don't remember me? Seven years ago, I set fire to Alfred's house. You ran in to save him. I still remember when that beam crashed down on you."She smiled, like she was reminiscing about an old movie.I took a step back. "What? How do you know about that fire?"I'd always thought it was an accident. After I was hospitalized, Christopher and Margaret handled everything. By the time I was discharged, it was old news."My name's Michelle Saun. You should remember me."Michelle Saun.Yeah, I remembered.Back in college, she was the
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I stood to leave, but Alfred slammed his hand on the table."Wait. I have something to show you."He pulled out a crumpled piece of paper.I unfolded it—my childhood wish list. Back in elementary school, our teacher had us write down our biggest dreams. Most kids wrote a sentence. I filled a whole page.Alfred smiled, tapping the paper. "Honey, don't divorce me. I'll make these dreams come true, one by one, okay?"You wanted to see the lavender fields in Provence? Let's go tomorrow."You wanted to learn free diving and swim in Saipan? I'll learn with you."And here, you also said—""Enough, Alfred." I cut him off. "Know what my biggest wish used to be?"He shook his head."To marry you." My voice was flat. "I got what I wanted. Turns out, it wasn't as great as I imagined. So now, I have a new wish—to divorce you and live freely. Didn't you say you'd help me fulfill my dreams?"But he wouldn't grant me that one.Over and over, he asked why. Why now? Why was I so set on leavi
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For three days while Alfred was abroad, Vivian lost it. She couldn't reach him, so she camped outside my house, waiting. When I got fed up and called security, she started lurking by the neighborhood entrance, stalking me every time I stepped out.She looked awful—her once bright eyes now lifeless.I poured her a cup of tea.She stared at me, wide-eyed. "Mr. Johnston called you, didn't he? Why is he ignoring me but talking to you?"I shrugged. "Ask him. Not my problem."Vivian scoffed. "Don't think you're special just because you're 'Mrs. Johnston.' Washed-up women like you always get dumped."I didn't bother responding.She smirked, taking a sip. "I'm younger, prettier, and way more fun than you. Be honest—how many times has he even touched you this year?"I nodded. "You're right about everything. So do me a favor—tell him to hurry up and divorce me so he can marry you. Being a mistress forever? Not exactly a flex."Vivian's eyes went round. "You old hag, who are you calling
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The second I stepped into the banquet hall that night, Alfred sneered."Why are you dressed so cheap?"Then, as if nothing happened, he grabbed my hand and led me to our seats.Flipping through the menu, I spotted something unfamiliar and tapped his arm."Honey, what's the difference between white truffle and black truffle? Which one should I get?"Before he could answer, Vivian piped up, loud enough for everyone to hear."Looks like Mrs. Johnston doesn't eat at Michelin-starred restaurants much. White truffles are way pricier than black ones."She even threw Alfred a flirty glance.He shot me a look of pure disgust. "If you don't know, just keep your mouth shut. Don't embarrass me."Later, I found out he regularly took Vivian to Michelin-starred restaurants.That night, after we got home, I waited for Alfred to get in the shower before sneaking a look at his messages.Vivian had texted him:[Mr. Johnston, was I too harsh today? Mrs. Johnston didn't seem happy...]Alfred r
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Alfred looked at me lying there, weak and exhausted. For a split second, guilt flickered across his face."Honey, I'm sorry. I didn't know you had asthma."I didn't respond. There was no point—his heart had no place for me anymore.Phoebe, seeing that I was stabilizing, stormed over and slapped him. Hard.Christopher and Margaret didn't stop her. They just watched as she let loose, screaming and hitting him like she'd completely lost it.She yanked my medical records from the drawer and flung them onto the floor."Are you even a man? Hannah was pregnant, and not only did you ignore her, but you tried to run her over! Well, congratulations—you got what you wanted. The baby's gone. So is her uterus. At least now she won't have to suffer under a bastard like you anymore."Alfred picked up the records, his hands shaking. Tears dripped onto the pages.***One week laterI was discharged.First thing I did? Filed for divorce.But Alfred refused to sign.One day, he was "too busy
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When I came to, I was in a hospital bed.Phoebe was there, along with Alfred's parents, Christopher and Margaret. But Alfred? Nowhere.Christopher's hands shook with rage. "Where did I go wrong raising him? He's nothing but heartless!"Margaret sobbed. "Why won't he answer? Hannah is hurt so badly..."Phoebe, ever calm, spoke from the corner. "Hannah, we should call the police. This was attempted murder."Margaret immediately sat beside me, smoothing my hair. "Sweetheart, we're family. And in any family, there are bumps along the way. Alfred's a sensible boy—he'll apologize."Phoebe started to argue, but I cut in. "Phoebe, can you get me something to eat? I'm starving."She hesitated, then left. Now, it was just me and them.I pushed myself up, fighting the ache. "Christopher, Margaret... I'm divorcing Alfred."Their faces drained of color. They practically collapsed."Divorce isn't a game! This could ruin the company's reputation!""Alfred's always been so good to you! You
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As the girl walked away, she kept glancing back at Alfred, reluctant to leave. "I'll always support you and Vivian! You have to get married!"Alfred watched them go, then casually dropped a scoop of ice cream onto my plate. "Babe, don't take it to heart. The CEO Falls in Love series on Vivian's socials is blowing up—it's great for the company. You have no idea how happy it makes her. If I shut it down, she'll be upset."I barely looked at him. "I don't care. You don't need to explain."Another sharp pain ripped through my stomach. I clutched my abdomen, my face paling.On the drive home, his phone rang again."Mr. Johnston, can you pick me up from the pool? I'm wearing something way too revealing—it's impossible to get a cab. Please, please?"Vivian's voice was sickly sweet, practically dripping through the speaker.Alfred chuckled. "Alright, alright, I'm on my way."After hanging up, he grabbed my hand and kissed it. "Babe, let's go pick up Vivian together. That way, you won't
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The ambulance came, and the paramedics got me on the stretcher.Lying in the ER with an IV in my arm, I shot a text to Phoebe.[Phoebe, I'm getting a divorce.]After they discharged me, I stayed home for a few days, thinking I'd finally get some peace. Then my phone started blowing up.Drained, I answered. Alfred's voice was ice-cold."I'm picking you up for dinner."Before I could respond, he hung up.Might as well play nice until the divorce was final. I got dressed and went out.The second he saw my face, something clicked in his expression."I forgot to grab your ointment. The restaurant's near the hospital—I'll take you there first.""No need. It's been days. I'm fine."He sighed, almost relieved. "Thought so. It's been seven years. If you're still hurting, it's all in your head."I let out a dry laugh. "Yeah. Seven years."Seven years ago, I used everything I had to shove Alfred out of that burning building. A falling beam crushed me under the flames.Three broken r
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Morning came. Alfred still hadn't.The pain got worse. I finally called an ambulance.While waiting, I scrolled through social media—and there it was. Vivian's latest post.A whole sob story about being harassed at a bar and Alfred swooping in just in time. So brave, took a punch for her, she was so touched.Attached? A picture of her, all teary-eyed, dabbing medicine on Alfred's face.Caption:[Love can overcome anything, and love is worth enduring anything.]The comments? Filled with admiration.[A man this handsome right in front of you, and you didn't make a move? Are you sure you're into men?][Exactly! If he were in front of me, I'd take care of his injuries too—just... in a different way.]Vivian, smug as ever, replied:[What's the rush? Sooner or later, he'll be mine.]Then, someone casually dropped a video.[Wow, what a coincidence! I saw you two that night!]I pressed play.Vivian, crying like some delicate little thing. Alfred, holding her close, shielding her
