The Betrayed Wife's Spectacular Fiery Comeback

p breath, M

very Francis leaned against the cold wall, her fingertips digging into the cast. His vision was bl

d, and she doesn't want him to worry about something that might just be stress or the flu. So she sneaked

ished ground seemed to be tilting. She staggered a step, her p

gap. A voice drifted out from within-a v

e doing here? Colleague? Client? A sincere and warm smile a

ice. That voice was sweet, carrying the softness unique to femininity, m

Stella whimpered. "I need better medicine, imported ...... For m

She froze in place, her hands dangling j

never, never heard before. "Don't mention her name. Every day,

et that was collapsing. Avery covered her mouth with her hand, trying to block the gasp that wa

her's kidney, I wouldn't have touched her at all." He co

ey? Her mother died from a rare genetic disease-Julian t

er." Stella's voice was as thin as a thre

n is a fool. She loves me so much that even if I ask her to sign her own death warrant,

tense pain making her desperately hold onto re

ures with such thoughtfulness and concern; He hurriedly completed the cremation, claiming it was in accordan

years of marriage, three yea

s throat. This wasn't dizziness-it wa

mechanical. She couldn't listen any longer-every word felt like corrosive a

ed into the sink, and retched. She spat out nothing,

r is a stranger-her face is frighteningly pale, completely drained of color; Those pair of Julian's always warm honey-

lit up-it was a photo of her and Julian together at the Hamptons. He held

ton without hesitation. She presse

hattered fragments were being pieced together again, and what they produced was no l

02 without even glancing at it. She walked out of the hospital and into the dazzling afternoon s

se was completely silent. Those spacious, sunlit rooms that once serv

quietly on the luxurious velvet sofa he

door opened. Julian walked in, his

r favorite bakery. "Darling, are you feeling be

ready to hold her in his arms as usual e

-made suit-not his cologne. It's floral, sweet, a

spital returned, fie

him in empty space. Her body moved before her conscious

mask of calm on her face. "I'm t

eyes, so fast it was almost imperceptible. But he quickly pu

staircase, not letting their bodies touch. She could feel h

. The show was over. She was no longer an actress, but an a