The Scorned Ex Wife

Brookside Medical Center.

Aurora's POV.

Twelve months into my marriage with Liam, strange occurrences began to take place. Nonetheless, something remarkable occurred that day as I was pulled into one of the lesser-known hospitals in the area.

"Why do you keep pressuring me to sign this?What's the reason behind all your efforts for Sage?" I turned to the man next to me. The man I valued, adored, and respected all these years- Liam, my spouse.

Nonetheless, I experienced a strong hit on my face when I asked that question. I grasped my puffed face, astonishment and disbelief flooding me.

Liam hit me! And he didn't appear to feel any regret.

"You fool!" Could you please sign this document now? Your sister is on the stretcher, yet you're not determined to assist her? What if she passes away?" Liam shouted in fury.

He carried the fierce intensity of a wounded creature, his eyes burning with a scheme to attack- the type that only stirred for issues concerning Sage.

I always recognized that he had strong feelings for her and that I was merely a substitute. However, I never imagined he would contemplate taking my life for her.

"Are you unaware that she is requesting my liver?" Not only that, but over fifty percent of the liver lobe?" I replied with a tranquil demeanor.

If I weren't so far along in my pregnancy, maybe donating my liver wouldn't be a huge issue, regardless of Sage's plans.

"And therefore?" Liam sizzled. "Your entire life doesn't measure up to even half of her accomplishments. Sage is the most accomplished woman, collaborating with various clothing brands both inside and outside the Imperial City. Her beauty-an attribute you evidently do not possess, is unmatched by anyone else. He evaluated.

"Since you offer no value, why should donating your liver lobe be a nuisance?"

Irrepressible tears flowed down my frail cheeks. Liam's harsh remarks hit me hard, realizing the sacrifices I had made for him.

Liam Hoods, formerly a miserable man ridiculed by many, whose breath smelled of destitution, had ascended to one of the richest entrepreneurs in the city- entirely due to my assistance.

Who would have thought that a renowned past fashion icon could destroy her life for a man unworthy of her affection? It was deserving of laughter. I became exceedingly self-sacrificing, lowered myself too much to fulfill his wishes.

Moreover, I disregarded the continuous warnings from others, threats from my family, and rejections due to him. When we finally wed, he turned into my nightmare, and it became routine for him to have my stepsister as his mistress.

And if I wished for Sage to survive, I had to donate a part of my liver!

"What are you still thinking? Sign it! Sage's life is in danger here! If anything were to happen to her-" Liam's menacing threats jolted me back from my nostalgia. I averted my gaze, loathing him with all of my being. He was a monster!

"No, I am not going to sign." I held my position.

His tough, calloused hands seized my wrist, pressing the pen into my fingers. I was helpless in the face of his strength. Thus, in just a matter of seconds, my name was printed on the paper- 'Aurora Thatcher.'

Liam breathed out deeply in relief and handed the document to the man beside him. "Hurry! Have a liver surgeon start immediately!"

I was quickly taken into the operating room.

After the surgery, I started to feel lightheaded, and my health deteriorated, resulting in complicated problems.

I felt the urge to scream, yet my voice emerged only as a faint whisper. I experienced a sense of numbness, both emotionally and physically. The room was now vacant and the door to the surgical suite securely closed.

At that moment, the door swung wide, exposing Sage adorned in a stunning showcase of riches - while Liam, my spouse, stood beside her, his eyes shining with sinister delight.

Sage, my stepsister, who ought to have been lying unconscious and close to death on a stretcher, now stood upright, glaring at me in ridicule.

Her eyes glimmered with mischief as she neared the bed, cackling wildly and rendering me completely voiceless!

The realisation that I had been misled, even regarding my health, affected me profoundly. I touched my bulging belly but sensed no sensation. It was now void.

"Don't fret, Aurora. The baby is no longer present, along with your liver! You have no clue how much time I spent planning for this to occur. Ha ha!" She leaned her head and erupted in lively laughter.

I couldn't contain it any longer, yet lacked the strength to get up. My body didn't have the strength to move, so I simply let the tears stream down my cheeks.

"You guessed correctly-Liam and I have been together, and we are going to the marriage registry in three days." She displayed the middle finger of her left hand in my direction, intentionally highlighting a shiny silver ring that adorned it.

A brief moment went by before she lifted her gaze again and replied with a soft nod, "The sedative is clearly working on you."

The next sound I registered was the loud bang of the door, and then my vision faded.

When I finally regained consciousness, I was greeted by a piercing, sharp voice sliced through the fog, yelling my name aggressively.

"Aurora!"

The entire area fell into silence upon hearing that deep, steady, and authoritative male voice. My heart constricted with dread, questioning whether I was about to encounter Liam once more. Although the voice did not resemble his.

As the man tightened his hold on my neck, almost suffocating me, my eyes fluttered open to the bright light that illuminated the whole room. And above was a man who gazed down at me with a frigid and frosty demeanor.

This man's dashing look - one of the finest in the whole Imperial city - stirred a strong feeling within me. How did I end up in his embrace? Did I come back to life?

"Williams Alfonso." I murmured in disbelief.

Hearing his name brought an impish grin to his lips, while his fingers pressed more firmly into my skin, stealing the feeling of security I had anticipated.

"Were you attempting to end your life?"

Williams's deep and captivating voice, which had enchanted numerous women inside and outside the Imperial City, only intensified the fear that coursed through me.