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
Wendy drove us to a nearby leisure district, where we found a garden restaurant for brunch.Once we were seated and had placed our orders, I shared Max's plan with Wendy.Upon hearing everything, Wendy set her coffee cup down and expressed disagreement with my decision to go. "Jen, I believe this guy has bad intentions. Going alone would be like walking into a trap. We can't give him that opportunity.""I understand," I reassured her. "I know Max probably has hidden motives, but Wendy, this might be my only chance to make him confess.""You're taking a huge risk," Wendy said, raising an eyebrow. "I can't allow you to do that.""Wendy, these past few months have been agonizing. Every night, I close my eyes and all I can see is my baby lying in that cold storage.""Jen, I know you're suffering. But your baby is in heaven now, watching over you, and wouldn't want to see you like this," Wendy said gently. "Every child is their mother's angel. Your baby is up there, silently blessing
Wendy rested her chin on her hand, mischief twinkling in her eyes as she looked at me. She blinked and asked, "That night when those scumbags were having sex in the bathroom, we didn't get a chance to confront them. Since she's here today by sheer coincidence, wouldn't it be rude to let her off lightly?"I immediately understood what she meant. How could I not want to confront the mistress?Although my feelings for Max, that scumbag, had died, my hatred for him and the mistress who humiliated me remained strong. Wendy was right; this was an opportunity sent from heaven. Not taking advantage of it would be a waste.I nodded and smiled, "Absolutely!"Wendy, always quick-thinking, flashed her bright, clever eyes and immediately came up with a plan. She confidently tilted her chin at me and said, "Watch me."Just as Wendy was about to get up, I grabbed her hand and shook my head slightly, saying firmly, "Wendy, let me handle this."Wendy looked surprised. "Hmm?""She's messing with
But I was wrong.Or perhaps, when the knife wasn't in my own flesh, I couldn't truly understand the pain. But now, as the betrayed wife, I fully grasp why women, upon seeing the mistress, would want to tear her apart.Cindy laughed lightly and provocatively said to her friend at the bar, "Hey, Sharon, who do you think Max would choose between me and his wife?"The girl named Sharon sighed and looked at her, "Miss Lansworth, I really don't understand why you go after a married man. With your status, you could have any man. What's so special about Max? You must be out of your mind."Cindy, looking into my eyes with a meaningful gaze, replied, "Well, I want what I want, and I always get it."Sharon said, "I advise you to give up. What's so special about a cheating man? His wife is the real victim here.""True, but I just want what others have," Cindy said with a smirk. By now, I was less than a meter away from her.Our eyes met—hers were full of provocation, mine cold and disdainfu
Cindy wasn't stupid; she had a natural inclination towards aggression. She tried to pull and grab at me, attempting to get a hold of my hair. However, since I hadn't washed it in a few days and had it tied up, she couldn't get a good grip.In a fight, both parties are bound to get hurt. Her long nails scratched my cheek, causing a sharp pain—I most likely had a visible mark now.Fueled by anger, I fought back with all my might. There was no need for pretense or subtleties; I wanted to confront her directly. In the videos she sent me, flaunting her affair, her face was clearly visible. It would have been pointless to play innocent and look for an excuse to attack her. This confrontation was much more satisfying."Your parents might have raised you, but they clearly didn't teach you any manners. I'm not afraid to step in!" I said through gritted teeth, delivering a hard slap across Cindy's face. "Today, you'll learn that stealing from others comes with consequences."After being slap