The words had barely left my mouth when Wanda yanked my hair and forced me to face her. This movement tore my surgical wound and sent a piercing pain through me.
My pained groan excited her. She grabbed my chin, her eyes burning with hatred as she glared at me.
“Who said we have no grudge? Eight years ago, if you hadn't used your family connections to force James into marrying you, he and I would have been together long ago! Eight years—over two thousand days—and every single one, I cursed you to die early!”
A sharp stab of pain pierced my heart and I immediately suppressed the rage surging within, trying to calm myself.
"Wanda, you don't have to hate me anymore. You're only having your period, but James called every doctor in the hospital. I know what matters most now. Rest assured, once I'm fully recovered, I'll divorce him immediately. You two will be together soon enough.”
A sharp, mocking laugh came from above my head.
"Divorce? That's not enough! I want you dead!"
The words barely left her mouth before Wanda ripped open her hospital gown. In an instant, fresh love bites on her chest and neck appeared before my eyes.