Chapter 4

I turned around to go back to my room.

But my body was too weak after the surgery, and the greasy soup made my stomach churn again.

I gasped, my shoulder heavily bumping against the doorframe.

Julian quickly untied himself and rushed out of the room.

He patted my back to help me catch my breath.

The scent of Chloe's expensive perfume clung to his shirt.

The strong fragrance triggered my nausea again. I pushed him away with all the strength I had left, leaning against the wall.

Chloe walked out leisurely behind him.

The passion in her eyes had completely vanished, replaced by her usual innocent, fragile act.

She spoke softly, "I don't have much time left to live, and I don't want to get married. I just want a child of my own."

"Julian only agreed to help me because he saw how lonely and miserable I was. While you're recovering from losing your baby, you can help us take care of our child to fill the void."

I knew she was mocking me, but my face remained completely blank.

"None of my business. I was just passing by."

Chloe wouldn't let it go. She stepped closer.

"Evelyn, I know you think I'm disgusting. But I had no choice. You can understand me, right?"

I looked up at her. "You are indeed disgusting."

My blunt words took her by surprise.

Tears instantly filled her eyes, and she made a move to drop to her knees to apologize, sobbing.

"Then I'll just disappear. I won't ruin your life anymore."

Julian immediately caught her, pulling her up.

He glared at me with absolute disgust.

"Evelyn! This is Chloe's only wish. Why do you have to be so cruel and push her to the edge?"

I wanted to laugh.

Julian had always been so stingy with his warmth and tenderness when it came to me during our marriage.

For him, I had gotten pregnant multiple times and suffered miscarriages, facing the pain of losing my babies all by myself every single time.

A million emotions choked my chest, but I was too tired to argue. I turned to leave.

But Julian suddenly picked me up in his arms and carried me back to my hospital bed.

"The one I love has always been you. I'm only helping Chloe to fulfill her dying wish."

"Since you care so much about this, I'll give you another baby. Will you stop throwing these tantrums then?"

Before he could lean down any closer, I struggled with all my might, crying out in terror, "No!"

But Julian ignored me, tightly grabbing my wrists.

Driven to a corner, I gathered every ounce of strength I had left and slapped him across the face.

The loud slap echoed in the room. Julian froze.

Then, his eyes flared with rage.

"Evelyn! You are getting completely out of hand."

"Since you don't want it, I promise you will never have a child of mine again. Don't you dare regret this!"

With that threat, Julian slammed the door.

Not long after, the playful, suggestive giggles from the room next door drifted into my ears.

I lay on the bed quietly with my eyes closed.

I only had one day left before I could leave this world. Nothing mattered anymore.

The next morning, ignoring the doctor's warnings, I checked myself out of the hospital.

I went back to our penthouse, took off my diamond wedding ring, and threw it into the trash chute.

I didn't take a single thing that Julian had bought me.

I only packed a small suitcase with my own belongings.

Just as I finished, the front door was pushed open.

Julian stood there, his brows furrowed as he looked at my suitcase. "Where do you think you're going with that?"