Divorce Make Me A Tycoon, My Ex Meet His Doom

Angel Private Hospital

The pain came in waves.

Christine Woods lay on the narrow hospital bed, clutching her stomach with one hand, cold sweat trickling down her forehead. Her face was pale as paper, and her lips were cracked from dryness.

The IV drip had been trickling by her bedside for quite a while now, yet she felt no relief whatsoever.

She stared at the chat window with Neil Caffrey.

This was the message she had sent him at 10 p.m. last night. She hadn't received his reply until she passed out from vomiting and was rushed to the hospital by the butler.

Stop faking it. I have a business dinner tonight and won't be coming back.

Christine looked at the message on the screen, a faint pang of bitterness rising in her heart.

Neil seemed to have grown accustomed to ignoring her messages. She knew he had a business dinner yesterday, but the stomach cramps had been unbearable. she couldn't stop herself from sending that message.

For the past three years of their marriage, whenever his business dinners ran late, he would simply sleep at the office.

But she was sick now. why could he remain so indifferent and unmoved?

She didn't realize when it happened, but tears began streaming down her cheeks.

Just as she was about to lock the screen, a sudden notification chimed from her IG app. It was from her sister-in-law, Sofia Caffrey. She had posted something.

Christine hesitated for half a second before tapping it. A photo immediately filled her screen.

It was a picture of her husband, Neil, hugging another woman, chatting and laughing under the warm lights of a restaurant. The woman rested her head on Neil's shoulder, and he gazed at her with eyes full of love.

They looked like a couple deeply in love.

Christine's heart skipped a beat.

Was this what he meant by "business dinner"?

And the caption Sofia posted stung like a knife.

I am so happy! I never thought Vivian was still alive! Look at my brother-he was smiling from ear to ear. I'm so happy for them.

The timestamp glowed mercilessly at the top of the post.

It was exactly the same time she had been rushed into the emergency room, begging her husband to come and help her.

Christine was very familiar with that woman.

It was none other than Vivian Clark-Neil's first love, who was supposed to be dead.

They had dated for four years before breaking up. After Vivian left to study overseas, news of her sudden death had reached them.

From then on, her name became Neil's untouchable sore spot.

So she was still alive after all.

Christine's throat tightened. Had they been together all night?

Comments flooded in from their friends. No one seemed to care whether Christine could see this post.

Oh my God, Vivian is alive! Thank goodness! The two of them sitting together is just what I needed.

The most enviable couple at our university back then