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“What kind of hospital is this? We called for help, and you took forever!”
This was the same doctor who'd handled Ethan's surgery. He'd been dealing with Mrs. Miller since day one and had had enough.
Hearing her complain again, he didn't hold back.
“Ma'am, you're right. I took too long. But look, his wound's already healed.”
“My bad. If I'd been faster, I could've used a cotton swab to save some blood for a souvenir.”
“I heard your son was threatening to kill himself if she didn't marry him?”
“Young man, let me be blunt. You're… not exactly whole anymore. Why are you trying to trap some poor girl? Give it up.”
The doctor's words hit like a thunderclap. The crowd was stunned.
Now everyone was criticizing Ethan.
Furious, Ethan yelled at everyone to get out.
With things falling apart, it was time to make my exit.
I said, “Ethan, what you did today really disappointed me. I need time to think about us.”
Then I left.
When I got to my car, someone slipped into the passenger seat.
It was the woman I'd hired to help me—the one who'd spoken up earlier.
Her name was Nina, and she specialized in online publicity.
I knew Ethan would try something like this. Show up to keep up appearances was necessary, but I also needed a backup plan.
Ethan thought no one had seen us that day? Well, I could “find” witnesses.
My witnesses might have been hired, but their story was true.
I handed Nina a phone—it was Sophia's.
When I arrived, Sophia had hidden in the bathroom to avoid me. In her rush, she'd left her phone behind.
I'd grabbed it during the chaos.
Ethan's phone was destroyed in the explosion, so Sophia's was the key to prove his affair.
She didn't disappoint us—her phone was full of flirty texts with Ethan, along with intimate photos.
Ethan had even written things like, “I might be with her, but my heart belongs to you.”
There were also messages planning how to take my family's money.
Now I had all the evidence I needed.
Nina copied everything from Sophia's phone, then returned it to the nurse's station, saying she picked in by accident so Sophia wouldn't get suspicious.
Nina's team had also recorded the whole proposal scene.
Soon, videos spread online, with commentators steering the narrative.
As the victim, my identity was revealed. My past lovesick actions perfectly served as proof of how much I'd loved Ethan.
Most people supported me, condemning Ethan's manipulation.
A few felt sorry for him, thinking he was just insecure after his injuries.
After three days, a new post surfaced.
An account leaked that Ethan had been cheating, sharing photos, texts, and their plans to take my family's money.
That sealed it—public opinion was fully on my side. Everyone urged me to dump him.
“Queen, you're better off alone. Let the trash and the side piece keep each other.”
“The only good man is a dead man. Anyone still breathing can't be trusted.”
“Didn't they say he's incapable now? He can't do much anyway.”
Amid the buzz, I posted an update:
“You lost your legs, but I'm giving you back your true love. I wish you both happiness.”
Finally, I was free of Ethan.
