I didn’t know how much time had passed when I heard Leon’s voice echoing down the hospital corridor.
This hospital was under his name. My health had always been fragile, so he had spared no expense in investing in it, hiring top specialists to care for me.
He used to say I was his precious, pampered rose, and he would do anything to ensure my well-being.
For years, I believed I was the happiest woman in the world.
In the hallway, he was furious, berating the hospital staff for their incompetence in failing to save the baby.
Hearing him mention the baby tightened the ache in my chest, and fresh tears rolled down my cheeks.
Eight months... Just a little longer, and the baby could have seen the world.
"Sharina! My wife!"
Leon burst into the room, disheveled and frantic. He looked utterly lost, but when he saw me, it was as though he had found a priceless treasure he nearly lost. He pulled me tightly into his arms.
"Thank God you’re okay. I was so scared... I thought I’d lose you."
"Did I wake you with my shouting earlier?"
I shook my head.
Burying his face on my shoulder, he cried like a child. "You don’t understand. When I got the call about your accident, I was terrified. Sharina, I can’t lose you."
His reddened eyes made my heart ache in ways I couldn’t describe.
I couldn’t understand—who was the real Leon?
After a long moment, he lifted his head.
"Sharina, this was my fault. How about I give you Ever Green Estate as compensation?"
I let out a soft laugh. Compensation for the car accident—or for his guilt after cheating?
When I didn’t respond, he reached out to gently tuck a stray strand of hair behind my ear. "Don’t worry about the baby. We’ll have another one in the future."
He held me tenderly, his voice full of warmth and care. "Once the renovations at Ever Green Estate are complete, let’s bring your parents to live with us. That way, they won’t have to work so hard back home. With them here, you’ll be much happier."
He made it sound like he had thought of everything for me. But the heavy scent of women’s perfume clinging to him told a different story.
It was nauseating.
I instinctively pushed him away, but my hand caught on his collar, exposing the kiss marks on his neck and chest.
For a moment, vivid images of him entwined with another woman flashed through my mind.
Disgust welled up inside me, and I couldn’t hold it back—I vomited violently.