Chapter 3

When I next woke up.

I was still clutching my grandmothers soiled fabric, in a VIP hospital room.

The young nurse, changing my dressing, muttered sympathetically.

" Ms. Hayes, your husband is truly a heartless beast! A vile monster! "

" Last night, you almost didnt make it. The attending surgeon called your husband, asking him to come sign the papers. "

" But guess what he said? He claimed he was too busy coddling his lover and told us to let you die! "

*Let you die...*

I turned my head.

The rising sun streamed onto me, warm and comforting.

My lawyer sent a message.

`Madam, in just seven days, youll have your divorce certificate and be free.`

Seven days.

Leaning against the hospital bed.

Grandmas embroidered cloth had been sent to a professional for cleaning.

My fingers flew across the screen, saving the recording Id just made of the nurse to the cloud.

At the same time, I retrieved and saved the surveillance video from the villa.

Note:

[Gift 3 for the ex-husband, in fifteen days!]

I was discharged five days later.

Serena, who had been a barely known actress, was now soaring, thanks to Hymens resources.

She was the female lead in over a dozen high-quality TV series.

Three renowned directors in the industry were vying to create tailor-made projects for Hymens "true love."

In short.

As I sat in the car, every LED billboard I passed.

featured the hottest "Goddess of Warmth," Serena.

I tapped my phone, looking at the countdown calendar.

Just two more days until this game would finally be over.

But I was slightly curious.

What kind of scene would unfold when Hymen regained his memory and personally unwrapped the grand gift I had prepared for him?

Suicide? Hanging? Self-harm? Pfft, those are so cliché.

I was more eager to see a new melodrama unfold!

The car pulled back to my apartment.

Before I even entered the garage.

The TV station director called.

Her voice was trembling.

" L-Liya... Mr. Hymens orders... he wants you to come back temporarily to interview Serena. "

Interview Serena?

The interview was scheduled for two days later.

I put the call on speakerphone.

My finger tapped idly on the screen displaying the calendar.

Finally, I offered a faint, natural smile. "Alright, tell Hymen that I, Liya Hayes, accept this assignment."

It was a live interview, with three million anticipated viewers.

Not only would New Yorkers be watching, but the entire country would witness firsthand how unhinged Hymen would become once his memory returned!

Interesting.

On the day of the interview.

The director rushed over, practically in tears.

" Liya, Serenas agent just called. Shes suddenly feeling unwell and wont come. "

" What? "

The interviewee wasnt coming.

Given Serenas current popularity.

If the show went off-air, no one would blame the "Goddess of Warmth" for being a diva; theyd just mock my show for having no guests!

I bit my lip, telling the director to continue preparing for the show.

Meanwhile, I went to the lounge to call Serena myself.

Riiiiing... riiiiing...

After thirty consecutive calls.

A lazy, languid voice finally answered.

But it wasnt for me.

" W-wah~ Hymen, youre so naughty. What if we tease Liya too much and she actually gets mad? "

Serenas sweet, simpering voice, laced with lustful abandon.

Hymen, breathing heavily, his voice deep and sensuous.

" Liya is always targeting you. If she wants to remain Mrs. Hayes, she needs to be properly taught a lesson, to learn to behave. "

So, this interview, from start to finish, was just a setup designed to utterly humiliate me?

And Hymen himself had orchestrated and executed it!

I lowered my head, a bitter smile twisting my lips.