Divorced And Desired: The Betrayed Heiress No One Saw Coming

It was late at night.

Janice Payne got an urgent call from the hospital. There had been a fire at a luxury five-star hotel in the heart of the city. As she rushed to the scene, a thought hit her all at once. Her husband, Karl Brooks, was attending a meeting in that very hotel.

Janice grew panicked. She tried to force her way toward the hotel despite the firefighters stopping her. "My husband is still inside. Please, let me go in and find him!"

"Ma'am, the fire is out of control. You're not allowed to enter!"

Unable to get through, Janice could only stand there, tears pouring down her face as she stared at the blazing building. She clasped her hands together, silently praying that Karl would come out alive.

Time dragged on painfully. Then, at last, someone was escorted out of the hotel by the firefighters.

The moment Janice recognized the figure, her eyes lit up. It was Karl. Thank God he was alive!

She was just about to run toward him but suddenly stiffened.

A woman was cradled in Karl's arms, her body wrapped loosely in a bathrobe.

Today was Janice's birthday. She and Karl had planned to have dinner together, rare as their time together was, but he had suddenly said he needed to attend a meeting. She never imagined that the meeting was just an excuse, and that he was actually having an affair with another woman in the hotel. If it weren't for this fire, she might never have discovered the truth.

Janice's hands began to shake uncontrollably, her face turning pale behind her mask. She wanted to walk away, but Karl headed straight in her direction.

Karl's usually sharp, composed face was pale, and blood slid down from a wound on his forehead. Despite being injured more seriously himself, his entire focus remained on the woman he was holding.

He locked eyes with Janice briefly before he spoke in a tense voice. "Doctor, please check on her right now. Is she hurt anywhere?"

Janice's chest tightened painfully. Dressed in a mask and protective goggles, she was completely unrecognizable to him.

"I am actually…" she started. But before she could say anything more, the woman in his arms winced.

"Karl, it hurts so much…" Joyce Gordon whimpered, her eyes glassy with tears.

Karl glared impatiently at Janice. "Why are you just standing there? Treat her immediately! Can't you see she's in pain?"

Being a doctor, Janice swiftly steadied herself and replied calmly, "We'll clean and assess the injuries in the ambulance."

Inside the ambulance, Janice picked up the disinfectant and approached Joyce. As she did, she couldn't help but study the woman's face. She appeared a couple of years younger, her frame small and delicate. A diamond necklace, one of the latest designs, rested against her collarbone, its price obvious at a glance.

When Janice finally got a clear look at Joyce's face, she froze for a brief moment. Joyce resembled her far too