Chapter 3

"I have a stomach condition," Felicia said abruptly, her voice rough and hoarse. "I know my condition well. There's no need to tell him anything about it." She turned away, avoiding Sebastian's gaze. "He doesn't care." Sebastian let out a cold laugh, his tone indifferent. "Indeed. Your health has nothing to do with me. Just don't drop dead on me." He then turned to leave, but his phone rang. "Sebastian, where are you? I miss you…" Zoey's sweet voice came through the line. Sebastian glanced at the hospital bed, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "I'm at the hospital. If you miss me, come see me." After hanging up, he looked at Felicia, a sarcastic smile appearing on his face. "Felicia, you wanted me to spend more time with you over the next two weeks, right? Fine. I'll give you exactly what you ask for." Not long after, Zoey pushed the door open and strode in. She froze when she saw Felicia, but she quickly composed herself and slid over to Sebastian's side. Sebastian wrapped an arm around her waist and kissed her. Shyly at first, Zoey returned his kiss, but soon they were wrapped up in each other, ignoring Felicia entirely. Felicia's face was pale, and nausea churned in her stomach. She then grabbed the vase from the bedside table and hurled it at them. "Get out! Get out of my sight!" Sebastian spun around, blocking the vase with his back. However, shards still cut Zoey's cheek, leaving a shallow streak of blood. "Sebastian! My face…" Zoey covered her face, tears instantly streaming. Sebastian's pupils constricted, his expression darkening. There and then, he scooped Zoey into his arms. "Don't touch the wound!" "Get a plastic surgeon here immediately! No, send a helicopter and bring in top specialists from abroad! Now!" he barked at the bodyguards in the doorway. Felicia leaned against the bed, watching Sebastian rush out with Zoey cradled in his arms. His anxious commands echoed down the hall. "Use the best medicine! No scars!" A sharp ache gnawed at her chest. As she looked down at her own hands, which were covered with needle marks, she laughed bitterly. How ironic! Sebastian panicked over Zoey, who only resembled Fiona, while Felicia, his actual wife, was invisible to him. Another wave of pain tore through Felicia's stomach, and she doubled over, cold sweat soaking through her hospital gown. She stayed in the hospital for days, enduring endless injections and pills. Her stomach felt like it was being twisted by knives. She grew so thin her face had almost hollowed out. Her hair fell in clumps. Even the nurses, unable to watch silently, secretly slipped her extra painkillers. Then one day, Sebastian stormed into the ward and yanked Felicia from the bed. "Zoey nearly got disfigured. Are you happy now?" His voice was ice-cold. Felicia struggled weakly. "She merely suffered a minor scratch—" "Shut up!" Sebastian cut her off sharply. "Felicia, since you've hurt her, you must pay the price!" Before she could react, two bodyguards grabbed her and dragged her toward the staircase, where the floor was littered with jagged glass shards.