Chapter 3

I lay in my hospital bed scrolling through Instagram.

Sure enough, Serena had posted another victory photo, showing off like always.

There was a group shot of the three of them, a photo of a supposedly "fixed" pipe, and a carefully bandaged wrist with a little bow on it.

【Grateful for good friends—sometimes friendship outlasts love!】

Serena’s post quickly got tons of likes.

【One’s a doctor, one’s a cop—you’ve got two hot guys!】

【So jealous! 】

I took a deep breath and showed Mia the Instagram post.

She pulled out her phone, and two minutes later, a bitter laugh escaped her.

"A love triangle? Don’t they think that’s a little crowded? Once we divorce, they’ll probably need a custom bed for their little threesome, huh?"

I snorted.

"I’m calling a lawyer right now to draft the divorce papers. And while I’m at it, I’ll send them a king-size bed as a ‘congrats on your new relationship’ gift!"

After we sent the papers, Mia and I waited all day, but neither brother replied.

I ran out of patience and called Julian.

Before I could say a word, he snapped:

"Why did you send divorce papers to my office? Trying to humiliate me in front of everyone because you’re jealous?"

His words made me sigh—for myself, for ever thinking he cared.

I’d asked a nurse to deliver the papers. If he’d bothered to ask even one question, he would’ve found out about the accident and that I was in the hospital.

But obviously, he hadn’t.

I was about to bring up the divorce when Serena’s sickly sweet voice came through the phone.

"Julian, that lipstick you got me last time was so pretty! I loved it—can you pick up another one?"

He quickly covered the phone, and I let out a bitter laugh.

"No wonder you’re too busy to sign the divorce papers. Don’t let me interrupt your ‘plans.’ I’ll leave you alone."

I was about to hang up when he lost his temper completely.

"Are you serious right now? I was just trying to keep you from overreacting! I’m with my brother! He was fixing Serena’s pipe, remember? She wanted to thank us with dinner. Why are you always so paranoid? Can’t you just trust me for once?"

"She’s a single woman who can’t even fix a pipe by herself—why do you have to call me for every little problem? I’m exhausted from work! Can’t you act like an adult? Now you’re throwing a fit, demanding a divorce, and dragging Mia into this too. What did my brother ever do to you?"

Julian’s voice rose, sharp with frustration.

Then Serena piped up, her voice sickly sweet: "Don’t be upset, Julian. Pregnant women get extra emotional with all those hormones, right?"

I was so angry my stitches throbbed, and I slammed down the phone.

Mia saw how upset I was and squeezed my hand. "Don’t let them get to you! I already texted Leo—we’re getting those divorces as soon as we’re out of here."