Lester, who was accompanying him in the hospital, suddenly felt a vast emptiness in his chest.
He furrowed his brow tightly, as if something vital had slipped silently from his life.
Lester clutched his phone, his reflexes urging him to call Lorraine.
But just as the number dialed, Letitia stumbled into him and crying out in pain. Lester's phone was crushed beneath her foot.
That call never went through.
“Lester, what are you staring at? My wound hurts so much. Can you take a look?”
Letitia gave him a seductive look, pulling his hand toward the depths of her neckline.
Even if Lester liked Letitia, he wasn't a beast.
She'd just had a miscarriage—how could he possibly entertain such thoughts?
Besides, for some reason, his mind was filled entirely with Lorraine's image.
Noticing Lester's distraction, a flicker of displeasure crossed Letitia's brow.
Then she asked in a tender and delicate to

“Lester, I'm being discharged today. Would you mind taking the baby with us to pick out a wedding dress?”
“Although this wedding is a compensation you gave me and it's not real, I still want to take it seriously. ”
Just then, Letitia's voice suddenly broke through from behind, completely disrupting Lester's train of thought.
He turned to see Letitia waiting shyly for his response.
Lester hesitated, but finally nodded under Letitia's expectant gaze.
Overjoyed, Letitia pulled out her phone to start selecting bridal shops for their upcoming visit.
Lester stared at the chat history with Lorraine on his phone, his brow furrowed tightly.
Finally, he hesitantly tapped the call button.
He thought, no matter what, he and Lorraine were still husband and wife.
Even if Lorraine was at fault, as her husband, he ought to be more forgiving.
The thought suddenly lightened Lester's heart.
He realized he 

By midnight, no one had come to pick me up as Lester promised.
After getting my wounds treated at the clinic, I stumbled home and scrubbed myself raw in the bathroom.
Lying in bed, today's nightmare played on repeat in my mind.
I didn't sleep a wink.
Only when daylight broke did I gather enough strength to rise.
Today was the day I get my immigration permit. From now on, I had nothing to do with Lester anymore. 
I gathered the two agreements and packed all my documents and ready to leave.
At the door, I collided head-on with Lester.
His face was gloomy. When he saw me, a trace of anger flashed in his eyes.  
Then, a heavy slap landed on my face.  
I was thrown away by Lester and couldn't help but groan in pain. 
A complex emotion flickered in Lester's eyes. Then, as if struck by some thought, it shifted to pure hatred and disappointment.
“Lorraine, why did you conspire with those people? Why did you stage this kidnapping? Do you know Letitia lost her child?!”
He glared at me with venom, raising his hand again. But upon seeing my battered state, his hand trembled and fell.
“Lorraine, what do you want me to do?”
“It wasn't me!”
I couldn't help but scream.
Lester's gaze held no trace of tenderness. He closed his eyes tightly, then announced calmly,
“From now on, I'll stay by Letitia's side. I'll make amends in your place. Once she recovers, we'll hold a wedding. Externally, she'll be announced as Ms. Turner, the wife of President of the Turner Group. But internally, you'll remain my Ms. Turner.”
I forced a smile and lowered my eyes.
“Lester, this is what you wanted, isn't it?”
Lester looked at me with disappointment.
“You made the mistake first. I'm merely paying for it on your behalf. You've lost a child too—why can't you empathize with Letitia?”
My heart clenched in pain, and the last shred of feeling I had for Lester vanished into thin air.
Under Lester's gaze, I nodded calmly.
Lester frowned, seemingly surprised by my composure.
But soon, the phone rang again. Without hesitation, he turned and walked away.
Ten minutes later, my phone buzzed with a text from Letitia.
【Why are you so resilient? I've done everything to eliminate you, yet you still survive. If you know what's good for you, leave immediately. Lester has always loved me—from the very beginning. He still doesn't know the child in your womb is dead too. Isn't that proof enough?】
She sent countless photos.
In them, Lester's expression was so tender.
So this was how he truly loved someone.
I calmly blocked Letitia.
After completing all procedures, I no longer existed within the Turner Group.
Two divorce certificates now rested in my hands.
Before leaving, I retrieved the box containing my unborn baby from the freezer. Alongside the divorce papers and several USB drives holding surveillance footage, I placed them in the living room.
My immigration papers were secured. From this day forward, Lester and I would dwell in separate lands, never to meet again!


Lester, who was accompanying him in the hospital, suddenly felt a vast emptiness in his chest.
He furrowed his brow tightly, as if something vital had slipped silently from his life.
Lester clutched his phone, his reflexes urging him to call Lorraine.
But just as the number dialed, Letitia stumbled into him and crying out in pain. Lester's phone was crushed beneath her foot.
That call never went through.
“Lester, what are you staring at? My wound hurts so much. Can you take a look?”
Letitia gave him a seductive look, pulling his hand toward the depths of her neckline.
Even if Lester liked Letitia, he wasn't a beast.
She'd just had a miscarriage—how could he possibly entertain such thoughts?
Besides, for some reason, his mind was filled entirely with Lorraine's image.
Noticing Lester's distraction, a flicker of displeasure crossed Letitia's brow.
Then she asked in a tender and delicate tone: 
“Lester, why are you zoning out when I'm right here?”
“Or is it that I can't hold your attentio

Chapter 7