"I married her because of Grandfather’s will," Archie continued, his voice devoid of warmth. "I thought I loved her. But not anymore—not after what she did."
My breath hitched.
So that was all I had ever been? A stand-in? A convenient replacement for the woman he truly wanted?
I had believed him. I had loved him. I had dreamed of building a family together.
I clenched my fists beneath the sheets, blinking back tears.
He thought he had won.
I would let him believe that. For now.
The door opened, and Archie stepped inside, his face a mask of concern, his expression carefully crafted.
"Wendy, you’re awake." He rushed to me, wrapping me in an embrace, pressing kisses to my face as if I meant something to him. As if I mattered.
I did not respond.
He had never cared for me—not truly.
But I would make him pay.
Three days passed before I was discharged from the hospital. I stood at the entrance, staring at the empty driveway. Archie had not come to collect me.
Instead, he had sent his assistant.
"Come, Mrs Knight." Caleb, the man who had long been tasked with handling my affairs while Archie busied himself with his empire, gestured towards the waiting car.