The Billionaire's Revenge Bride

nes and the sterile scent of antiseptic. The bright hospita

broke through the

landing on a doctor in a white coat

just at the right time to help you. You're dehydrated, and your blood pres

could possibly be more important than the fact th

lipboard, and stated matter

it her like

ness rushing in. "No," she whisper

u're about six

we

ks ago, Daniel was still coming home to her. Stil

ni

erything. Maybe when he finds out, he'll

all worried. "Oh, thank God, you're awake," she gasp

ncern. "Elena," she whispered, he

flickering with shock. The

uldn't leave now. Not when I'm carrying his child and possibly his

oftened, but s

tened. "He has to know

he'll care? He is so absorbed with Valeria

ught, but she shook

e to her since she got married, and her discernment was always on

who to call. The steady beeping of the heart monitor in the hospital room felt deafen

ll con

, casual, like nothing had happened.

you. Daniel just served me divorce papers, h

t thing to say to her best friend. "What do you need me for?"

p tightening against the

t dismissive. "I mean, what do you want,

h twisted. "You'r

r longer pause t

d through Scar

vered. "Amelia... w

n she finally spoke again. She was calm

roared in her ear

enough to know how m

me talk to you about him. About us. About everythi

wled, almost bored. "W

ned, she wanted to cry.

art, you were always so certain

t shatter all over aga

, airy and carefree. Like she had a

o run mad at that moment, yanking the IV out of her arm, she looked at the bedside table and noticed her car

stunned silence, Amelia's words still ringing in her ears. The next, she was stand

or swu

tied around her waist,her hair in effortless waves. S

nto the apartment. "You knew." Her v

h a slow, measured click

hing do you have to say? That you not onl

hed her br

tched. "And? That's

ett? A confession? An apology? Fine. Yes, I knew. Yes, I l

ch twisted. "Wha

ou?" She took a step closer, voice dropping into something almost gleeful. "Danie

st tightened.

t. The perfect husband, the perfect house, the perfect life. Meanwhile, I work

rled into fists. "You

out a laugh. "Scarlett,

he could stop herself, her hand swung. The cr

d from the slap. For a moment, she was stunned. Then, slowl

ter?" she

't. Nothing could erase this. Nothing could mak

husb

est f

he horrifying truth