While I Was Bleeding Out, He Lit Lanterns For Her

As I lay on the floor of our manor, bleeding out from a ruptured ectopic pregnancy, I used my last ounce of strength to call my husband, Cole. I begged him for help, my vision blurring. But the only thing I heard was the clinking of champagne glasses and his mistress's giggle in the background. "Stop the drama, June," Cole snapped, his voice cold. "We're about to go on stage. Don't call again." He hung up, leaving me to die alone on the Persian rug while he accepted an award with another woman on his arm. I woke up in the hospital days later. My baby was gone. They had removed my fallopian tube. Cole finally arrived, smelling of expensive scotch and his mistress's perfume. He didn't hug me. He didn't cry. Instead, he leaned over my hospital bed, pressing his knee into the mattress until my fresh stitches tore open and bled. "You embarrassed me by calling an ambulance," he hissed. "My mistress, Alycia, says you're faking it. Clean yourself up." He left me bleeding again to go announce a $10 million donation to Alycia's "groundbreaking" medical research. I stared at the TV screen, numb. The research Alycia was taking credit for? It was mine. I wrote that patent years ago under a pseudonym. They thought I was just a poor, orphan housewife who needed Cole's money to survive. They had no idea I was actually a billionaire scientist hiding my identity. I pulled the IV needle out of my arm. A drop of blood fell onto the divorce papers I had been hiding. I didn't wipe it off. I signed my name right over it. Then I walked into the bank, reactivated my dormant account with $128 million, and bought the penthouse directly overlooking Cole's house. The mourning widow is dead. The avenger is born.

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In the suburb of N City.

A young woman stood beside an abandoned road.

With a suitcase in her hand, she stood on tiptoe and looked into the distance.

She looked like only in her early twenties.

She wore a white dress, a high ponytail, and her clear and pure appearance was very beautiful from a distance.

It was difficult for anyone to connect such a girl with a murderer.

But she was Holley Ye, the murderer who was sentenced to jail four years ago.

A black Audi A6 slowly drove over and stopped in front of Holley Ye.

The door was pushed open. A refined man got off the car and walked towards Holley Ye with a smile.

"Come here, give me a hug."

Then he opened his arms and held Holley Ye in his arms like a real gentleman.

"Moore, thank you for picking me up."

Leaning against his shoulder, Holley Ye whispered her thanks.

"Only strangers will say 'thank you'," Moore Mo pretended to be unhappy and complained. Then he took the suitcase from her hand and said, "Get in the car. Let's go home now. We can talk later."

However, before they got on the car, the Audi A6 had been hit by a truck that was running at a high speed.

The Audi A6 rolled over in midair, and then fell down onto the ground a hundred meters away.

A deep pit was formed on the ground and the car was completely damaged.

Both Moore Mo and Holley Ye were shocked by what they saw.

Fortunately, they hadn't gotten in the car. If they had been in it just now, they would have been badly mutilated by now.

Before they could react, a Maserati raced over and stopped half a meter away from Holley Ye.

The window was rolled down a centimeter from the inside.

She vaguely saw a man sitting in the car.

He slowly spoke, in an overbearing, almost commanding tone. "Get in the car!"

"Your friend?"

Holley Ye looked at Moore Mo and asked with uncertainty.

"I don't know him."

Moore Mo shook his head.

Holley Ye frowned slightly and said angrily, "I don't know you. Why should I get in your car? I warn you, Moore Mo is the most famous lawyer in N City. If you harass me, he will sue you! "

"Get in the car."

The overbearing voice came from the car again.

Immediately, the window was all rolled down.

Holley Ye saw the man in the car clearly.

He was still as handsome as ever. His marble-like face alone was enough to attract thousands of girls.

This man was no one else but Ron Mu who was as dazzling as the diamond.

When Holley Ye looked into his eyes, her lips slightly trembled.

For her, this man was not a stranger, but the man who held a grand wedding with her four years ago.

That year, when she just entered the university, this man chased after her.

At that time, she was so pure that she couldn't resist him. Therefore, she became his girlfriend.

Six months later, they had a wedding.

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