Chapter 2

He was ruthless. I bit my lip, my whole body feeling like it was being torn apart. Henry seemed to notice my discomfort and coldly said, "Don't like it?"

"Henry, let go. I need to throw up."

Henry's face darkened, his dark eyes filled with anger. Just as he was about to speak, I couldn't hold back anymore and turned my head, vomiting again.

The acidic bile made Henry recoil in disgust. He cursed, quickly getting up and slamming the door as he left.

As air rushed back into my lungs, I let out a long breath. I got up and went to the bathroom, but couldn't bring anything else up.

After cleaning up, the room still reeked. I threw away the bedsheets and moved to the guest room to lie down.

Pain crept in bit by bit. Henry's face loomed large before me, and then everything went black.

When I came to, I was in the hospital. The smell of disinfectant brought me back to reality.

"I..." I tried to speak.

"You're awake? That's great! I'll go get the doctor!" The young nurse excitedly went to call the doctor.

I rubbed my temples, wondering who had brought me here.

It couldn't have been Henry, and there was no one else at home.

As I pondered, the doctor came in.

Charles nodded at me. "It's good you're awake. I called you but got no answer, so I went to your house. I heard a loud thud inside, thankfully I called the police, or we might have been arranging your funeral by now."

I finally understood—it was him.

"How did you know where I live?"

Charles smiled. "Don't forget, I'm your attending physician. Your address is in your file, and I needed to do follow-ups. When there was no response to the follow-up, I went to check on you. Luckily, I made it in time."

I couldn't help but smile, touched that someone cared so much about me in my final moments.

"Thank you."

"Don't mention it. By the way, I notified your family. Henry Grant, your husband, right?"

"What?!"

I was shocked. If he knew I was here...

Never mind, it doesn't matter now. I don't have many days left anyway.

I lay in bed as Charles examined me, then said solemnly, "What would you like to eat? I'll go buy it."

"Anything is fine. I don't have much of an appetite anyway."

It was early morning, and my stomach was empty, but I didn't feel hungry at all.

Charles left, and Henry came in shortly after.

Seeing me lying in bed, his anger dissipated, replaced by shock. "Aria, how... how did you end up like this?"

I opened my eyes groggily, seeing Henry standing before me. I managed a smile. "You're here."

Henry's face was full of horror. "You... you're really sick?"

"Yes. Henry, let's get divorced."