Chapter 3 I Want A Divorce

The tension in the hospital room was palpable.

Keely shot Loraine a defiant, complacent look, expecting her to kneel.

Disappointed deeply by Marco, Loraine reached her limit. With a swift motion, she slapped Keely across the face.

The sharp sound of the slap echoed like thunder, breaking the heavy silence.

Before the shock could wear off, Loraine yanked back the quilt, and tore away the gauze from her abdomen.

Beneath the gauze lay not the expected severe injury, but merely a minor scar, far from needing any kidney surgery.

Marco's face darkened.

Loraine scoffed, "Miss Haywood, why didn't you stab yourself in the back? Wasn't it more convincing? Or was that beyond your capabilities?"

Suspicion clouded Marco's gaze.

Loraine had speculated that Keely's deceit wouldn't extend to inflicting serious harm upon herself.

Her suspicions proved correct as the injury was clearly overstated.

Startled by Loraine's assertiveness, Keely quickly re-covered the gauze and turned to Marco for support.

"Marco, you must believe me. It was Loraine who stabbed me."

Marco's face hardened with doubt. "I will find out the truth. If you are innocent, you will be compensated."

Desperation crept into Loraine's voice.

Looking at Marco, she realized her heart no longer held hope.

"I just want a divorce. I don't want anything else."

Hearing this, a sly smile flickered across Keely's face.

A divorce would bring her a step closer to becoming Marco's wife.

Meanwhile, Marina, who had arrived in haste, grew excited at Loraine's request for a divorce.

"Marco, please agree to the divorce."

Marco stared at Loraine, baffled by the drastic change in his once compliant wife.

But Loraine, feeling dizzy, walked away with firm resolve, not even sparing Marco a glance.

Marco started to follow, but Keely clutched her abdomen with one hand and grasped his arm with the other, holding him back.

"Marco, my belly hurts."

Instinctively, Marco stayed behind to support Keely, letting Loraine walk away.

At the hospital gate.

"Loraine!"

Just as Loraine was about to hail a taxi, she heard Marina's voice behind her.

Marina caught up to Loraine and taunted her viciously. "Loraine, did you see that? My brother cares for Keely so much. You should know your place. You're not even fit to be our servant. If it weren't for my grandma's wish for a grandchild, my brother wouldn't have married you. Now that you've asked for a divorce, stay away from my brother and stop pestering him."

Her words sliced through Loraine's heart.

Overwhelmed with anger and unable to hold back any longer, Loraine slapped Marina across the face.

"Learn to respect others! I'll teach you that lesson!"

Marina was stunned by the slap.

She stared at Loraine in disbelief, her face a mask of shock. This woman, who had always seemed so patient and meek, had actually hit her.

Fuelled by her anger, Marina lost her composure and shoved Loraine, who was dizzy from a high fever. Loraine stumbled, nearly falling.

Just then, a strong arm reached out and steadied her just in time.

Loraine turned her head weakly to see the man who had helped her.

"Uncle..."

Recognizing him, she whispered his name and then fainted from exhaustion.

Marina, too angry to notice the quiet exchange, pointed at Loraine and screamed, "You bitch! How dare you betray my brother?"

The man's face hardened.

He secured Loraine and without hesitation faced Marina.

Marina's cheek stung from another forceful slap.

Holding her face, Marina looked up into the man's stern eyes, her body frozen with fear.

Without another word to Marina, the man carried Loraine in his arms, shot Marina a cold glance, and walked away.

He carried Loraine to a black Lincoln parked nearby, leaving a shaken Marina behind.

How had Loraine come to be involved with this man?

His commanding presence indicated he was no ordinary individual.

What exactly was their relationship?