The Day I Painted My Husband's Bride novel Chapter 5

Seven years of my wholehearted love hadn't earned me even a shred of reciprocation. I lay on this cold hospital bed, having just lost our child. Even a stranger would offer a word of comfort, wouldn't they?

But no. In his eyes, I was just an ATM, responsible for depleting myself to fund his and his mistress's extravagance.

At this point, I no longer felt the heartache I once did. I just found their intimate display nauseating.

I shifted my gaze to the window, fearing that looking at them for another second would make me vomit.

"What business my company signs has nothing to do with you. My money isn't for you two dogs to covet!"

It was the first time I had used such offensive words to describe them. Alex seemed like his tail had been stepped on: "How can you speak so crudely! I've told you countless times, Nadia and I are just friends!"

"Ha, friends? What kind of friends get married? What kind of friends require sacrificing your wife and child's lives? I begged you to save our child, and you chose her without hesitation when she didn't even have a scratch. And you're telling me you two are just friends?"

Patrick quickly came forward to calm me down. I saw the divorce agreement in his hands.

Nadia's affected voice was sickening: "Ember, you look even uglier when you're angry! You've misunderstood. I was in a car accident before, and sometimes I have seizures afterward. The doctor said I might forget Alex in severe cases. I just wanted to marry him once while I still remember him..." She pretended to shed a few tears.

Alex saw this and quickly let her lean on him, comforting her.

I threw the divorce agreement at him: "Sign it! Get out!" The churning in my stomach was becoming hard to suppress.

Alex barely glanced at it, but Nadia picked it up and flipped through it page by page.

Patrick's face was cold, his gaze lingering on Nadia. My heart felt as if it had been brutally squeezed:

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