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I was happy to see Chris's miserable state, so after work, I went to the hospital.
After paying, I entered his room—he was unconscious, wrapped in bandages like a mummy.
He survived the beating? Heaven really is blind.
Seeing him like this felt satisfying—the evil they planned for me had fallen on them instead.
Just then, Chris woke up. When he saw me, he raised his hands to protect his head, afraid I'd attack him too.
But as he lifted his arm, the cast shattered and fell to pieces.
His recently set broken arm was re-broken—Chris screamed in pain.
I couldn't help but laugh,
"Stop moving—I won't hit you. I'd dirty my hands."
Realizing I wouldn't attack, he pitifully whimpered,
"Honey, I'm sorry."
I walked slowly to the bedside, "Save it. I'll never forget the disgusting looks on your and Lily's faces. I'm just here to see how badly you were beaten."
I'd finally seen Chris for who he was—outwardly humble, but secretly vicious.
Getting him to leave with nothing in the divorce would be impossible. I had to propose an peaceful split first and take it step by step.
Seeing I wouldn't call a doctor, Chris bared hurt reached for me,
"Honey, I didn't mean it—let me explain…"
"You weren't there—the wind suddenly picked up, and the fire exploded. You saw it on the drones! If we'd gone in, we wouldn't have made it out."
"I thought about you waiting for me—I couldn't die. So I took the team to dig a firebreak—it was safer. I'm useless—after all these years together, just when you won $10 million, I couldn't make you a widow!"
"I was just too scared—Lily manipulated me. She told me to find a way to avoid blame—I never meant to hurt you."
He even squeezed out a few tears.
Watching his sickening performance, I coldly laughed,
"Not meant to hurt me? If I hadn't alerted the base, those orchard owners would've killed me!"
"For old times' sake, let's divorce once you're out. You'll get half the assets."
Before Chris could say more, I turned and walked out.
I heard him yelling behind me, "Call the doctor for me!"
Just outside the hospital, I saw Alex running toward me. I asked,
"What are you doing here? Did someone beat you up too?"
"Who would beat me? I don't do evil things. I was worried that jerk would bully you again—I came to check." Alex smiled.
I smirked, "In his state, if he moves too much, he'll break his own bones. He's just a clown."
Then I realized I'd left my bag in the room.
"Wait here—I forgot my bag. I'll be right back." I hurried back.
"I'll come with you." Alex followed.
I rushed to the room but before I could open the door, I heard broken pieces of conversation.
