Pain surged through me, slowly eroding my illusions.That's when I realized I had been gripping my own arm so tightly that my teeth were about to break.The scenes I had just imagined were all fantasies - fantasies of not stopping Wendy from barging in to help me, witnessing this grand infidelity, and capturing evidence of their shameless affair.I wanted to do that so badly.But I couldn't.Luke was right; when people are in the heat of the moment, they easily lose their ability to stay calm and think clearly.Perhaps it was fate that, at the peak of my rage, I suddenly remembered what Luke had told me.This was indeed a good opportunity to catch them in the act and gather direct evidence of Max and Cindy's affair.However, Lucy Lansworth had gone abroad and disappeared, making it difficult to verify my faked ultrasound data.Drugging the milk was just my testimony; without any harm to my body and direct evidence, the police wouldn't convict Max.The lack of evidence regardi
I waited for a long time before finally getting out of bed to confirm that they had actually left.Wendy had informed Steven, who was waiting downstairs and in the parking garage, hoping to capture some useful footage.That night, I couldn't sleep at all, but I had to pretend to be asleep. Eventually, exhaustion took over, and I dozed off in a daze.Early the next morning, I opened my eyes to see Max sitting by my bedside. He looked disheveled, with stubble on his face, clearly exhausted. When he saw me wake up, he quickly stood up and held my hand, his voice filled with concern, "Honey, you're awake? How do you feel?"Max's acting was incredibly impressive. He had perfected it to an art form. But if he was going to put on a show, so would I.I pretended not to know, "Why am I in the hospital... My head hurts.""You really worry me. Your fever reached forty degrees." Max looked at me with a pained expression, his brow furrowed. "I stayed up all night watching over you, afraid som
Max didn't leave immediately. Instead, he stood by the door, listening in on my conversation with Wendy.Conveniently, there was a mirror near the door. From the outside, it was impossible to see inside, but from inside, I could see anyone outside. Wendy, being quick-witted as she is, understood my intention and immediately changed her tone. "Do you think that jerk Max might hold a grudge against me? I was really angry just now. You had a fever of forty degrees! How was he taking care of you? It makes me so mad!""Wendy, don't insult my husband!" I played along. "You were too harsh just now! I know you were angry, but he's innocent. Didn't you see how exhausted he looked? He stayed up all night taking care of me, probably didn't even get a wink of sleep.""I was just worried about you! You suddenly got hospitalized, of course I was anxious!" Wendy pretended to feel guilty. "Maybe I should apologize to him later? But Max knows my personality; he's always been forgiving. He shouldn't
"Speak plainly, enough with the philosophical crap," Wendy rolled her eyes at me."I just mean I don't have enough evidence to ensure Max ends up in jail, so I have to wait for now...""That's true," Wendy pondered, "but how long will we have to wait? The longer this goes on, the more chances for mistakes.""I don't know," I said with a sigh. "We'll take it one step at a time.""I bet that despicable Max can't hold out for long. His mistress is so desperate she came to the hospital. He's probably eager to get rid of you." Wendy frowned, her pretty face wrinkled with worry. "Jen, you need to be careful. If there's any sign of trouble from Max, you tell me. Don't try to handle it alone!""I know. Stephen told me that the law needs concrete evidence. I'll find the proof to convict Max!" I said, remembering Wendy introduced me to Stephen. "Thank you, Wendy. Without your connections, I wouldn't have been able to get someone like Stephen.""You're welcome," Wendy smiled, though there w
I'm not overly suspicious, but when Max suggested a honeymoon trip, my first thought was: Is he planning to kill me?With thoughts of infidelity, a hefty insurance policy, the death of our child, and even drugging my milk, it's hard not to think along those lines.So, why does Max suddenly want to take me on a trip?Did I give something away?Why isn't he waiting for my inheritance?Is he in such a rush because his mistress gave him an ultimatum after last night?I suppressed my surprise and asked in a casual tone, "Hmm? Why the sudden urge to go on a trip?"Max, in an overly enthusiastic manner, hugged my shoulders and said, "Well, our anniversary is coming up, and my schedule is packed for the next two months. The project deadlines are tight, so I won't have time off to be with you! I thought we could go soon. I've been wanting to take you out, but the project kept me tied up.""But aren't you working with Haili soon? Mr. Sullivan from Hamptom gives a rare opportunity like th
For the next three days, I stayed in the hospital for observation. Max went to the office during the day and visited me in the evenings. He informed me that he had planned out our trip to Cintail Mountain, listing all the exciting activities and delicious food we could enjoy there.On the day I was supposed to be discharged, Max got called in by Mr. Sullivan from Hamptom at the last minute. I was thrilled and quickly asked Wendy to come and pick me up instead.Wendy arrived straight from the office, looking impeccably polished. Her makeup was flawless, and her seemingly casual hairstyle was meticulously arranged, with every strand perfectly in place. Her white pearl necklace and earrings complemented her Hepburn-style little black dress, emanating elegance and sophistication. She carried a white blazer over her arm and a branded bag in her hand, appearing every bit the high-powered professional.Wendy's composed and capable demeanor made her seem more like an investment banker than
I was puzzled. Why was Luke here? Was he visiting someone or was he sick himself?Before I could ponder further, Wendy pulled up in her car.Noticing me looking around, she asked, "What are you looking at?"As I got in the car and fastened my seatbelt, I replied, "Wendy, I think I just saw Luke.""You must be mistaken. Why would Luke Walker come to a place like this?" Wendy teased. "People like him, if they need a hospital, would go to upscale private ones or have family doctors. Besides, didn't you say he bought a small villa near your old family home? His office is 20 or 30 kilometers from here. Why would he be here? You definitely saw wrong."Wendy's analysis made sense—I must have been mistaken.Then Wendy suddenly asked, "By the way, Jen, did you know Luke before?""What do you mean by before?" I said. "You know he's my dad's student and used to come to our house.""No, I mean besides that.""No, why do you ask?""Just remembered something from a long time ago.""What i
I was taken aback by what Wendy said, but deep down, I couldn't believe that the "her" Luke referred to was me. How could I have any connection to the high and mighty Luke Walker?Wendy continued, "Then they started fighting, and the nurses had to pull them apart. At the time, I didn't think much of it. But why would Luke say he knew you first? And Max didn't even argue. Lately, you've been saying you run into Luke a lot, and it reminded me of this."I stayed silent.Wendy looked at me, puzzled. "Think carefully, did you know Luke before? Maybe you just don't remember."I shook my head firmly. "I really don't know him. Maybe you misheard.""Really?" Wendy seemed uncertain. "Could it have been someone else they were talking about? Who else would Max and Luke fight over?""Wendy, Max never told me it was Luke who saved me. When I asked him, he said it was a fellow student who pushed me out of the way when the frame fell. I remember being pushed from behind and seeing only the pants