Once High Society's Joke, Now The Ultimate Power Couple

"Hannah, we need to get a divorce!"

Only moments earlier, Hannah Greene had been moved from the ICU into an ordinary hospital room. She was still lying in bed, her body wracked with pain, when the divorce papers were thrust in her face.

Unable to turn her neck because of the brace around it, she struggled to lift her head. As she did, the old scar on the left side of her face became more evident.

Standing beside the bed was her husband, Adrian Foster, and there was no warmth in his expression.

"Why?" she asked. Her voice was so weak that getting the words out took a lot of effort. Even swallowing felt painful, as though pieces of broken glass were lodged in her throat.

"Kaitlin's legs are badly fractured because of what you did. She may lose the ability to dance for the rest of her life!" Adrian spoke with open disgust, and the disappointment in his voice only made his accusation hurt more. "Tell me why you hit her with your car."

Hannah stared at him as his words sank in.

Once again, it was about Kaitlin Foster, the adopted daughter of Adrian's parents.

"I never hit her with my car." Hannah let her eyes fall shut as her rough voice faded into barely a whisper.

Divorce was something she could accept, but taking responsibility for something she hadn't done was another matter.

Explaining everything should have been the natural thing to do. But after everything she had endured and the fact that she had nearly died, she could no longer bring herself to care about convincing anyone that she was innocent.

"You're still trying to deny it?" Adrian leaned closer and pointed at her until his finger could almost touch the tip of her nose. "Don't assume my grandfather will always shield you from the consequences. You hurt Kaitlin's legs, so you owe her for what happened. I will make sure you pay for it eventually."

Slowly, Hannah opened her eyes. "You want me to pay?"

For the past three years, she had poured all her time into looking after Adrian and doing whatever his mother asked of her. She had woken up early and gone to sleep late every day, doing everything she could to take care of things for them.

Throughout their marriage, Adrian had never been intimate with her. He had also never once brought her along when he attended a social gathering.

By now, she believed that she had done far more than she ever should have.

Something about the complete lack of emotion in Hannah's eyes made Adrian feel a bit uneasy, although he could not understand why.

Even with the scar, he had always known that she was beautiful. Her features were soft but memorable: large, innocent eyes, a slender nose, and full lips that naturally drew people's attention.

Three years ago, a serious injury had left a deep scar across the left side of her face. The doctors had said that the damage was too severe to fully repair.

At one point, Adrian had thought about having a child with Hannah as soon as possible because he wanted to please his grandfather, who had always wanted a great-grandchild. But that thought disappeared whenever his eyes landed on her scar.

In his eyes, Hannah had always been timid and dull, with no opinions of her own.

Kaitlin, meanwhile, was different. She was lively and charming.

Looking at the woman in the hospital bed now, though, Adrian couldn't shake the feeling that he was seeing someone he barely knew.

Before he could say anything else, the hospital room door swung open.

"Adrian, please don't be angry with Hannah. She's fine now, and that's what matters most. I just don't know if I'll ever be able to dance again..."

Kaitlin entered the room in an electric wheelchair. Her white dress was covered in small floral patterns, and tears still rested on her eyelashes.

She had deliberately made herself look fragile.

"Kaitlin, stop saying things like that." Adrian immediately moved over to her and placed his hand gently on her shoulder. His worry for her was written plainly across his face.

There was no doubt that Kaitlin meant more to him than anyone else.

From the hospital bed, Hannah quietly watched the two of them.

For the past three years, Kaitlin had acted like the kind and thoughtful woman in front of everyone while secretly finding ways to make her suffer.

What had happened with the car had been the worst thing she had done yet.

Kaitlin lowered her gaze to the casts covering both of her legs at that moment. "I'm only scared that you will see me as a burden now..." she said to Adrian.

Hearing that seemed to tear at Adrian's heart.

He reached up and gently held her face. "You will never become a burden to me. Even if you can never stand or walk again, I will still look after you for the rest of my life."

With every passing second, the scene became more laughable to Hannah.

Kaitlin seemed to remember that Hannah was still present, so she gently pushed Adrian away and lowered her eyes as if she were embarrassed by his concern.

"Hannah, you really don't need to blame yourself. I know that you don't like me, but I have never held that against you."

For just a second, a trace of satisfaction flashed in her eyes.

This was exactly the moment she had been waiting for. She wanted to watch Hannah fall apart after Adrian finally chose to abandon her.

But rather than give Kaitlin the reaction she wanted, Hannah simply met her eyes calmly.

Nothing resembling the heartbreak Kaitlin had expected appeared on her face.

After giving up three years of her life for this marriage, Hannah suddenly realized how pointless all of it had been.

Despite the damage the car accident had caused, she could not deny that it had given her something good.

She had nearly died, but the trauma had also brought her missing memories back.

Three years ago, Roderick Foster, Adrian's grandfather, had refused to accept Adrian's relationship with Kaitlin. He had sent Kaitlin overseas and then arranged for Adrian to marry her, a woman whose face had been left badly scarred and who could not remember her own identity or anything about her past.

Since that marriage began, the Foster family had treated her as though surviving was already more than she deserved, and they had expected her to be thankful for whatever little they gave her.

But that life was over now.