For a moment, vivid images of him entwined with another woman flashed through my mind.
Disgust welled up inside me, and I couldn’t hold it back—I vomited violently.
Without hesitation, Leon reached out to catch the mess with his hands. His worry wasn’t an act; I could feel his genuine concern for me. But the fact that he had been with another woman was equally real.
Tears blurred my vision again.
Leon, you can’t have it all. You can’t.
While Leon went to wash his hands, two nurses nearby whispered excitedly.
"Oh my gosh, Mr. Ramirez is so in love with his wife!"
"Not only did he give her a mansion worth millions, but he even caught her vomit with his bare hands!"
One of the nurses, her eyes sparkling with admiration, said, “My New Year’s wish is to find a man like Mr. Ramirez.”
Yes, Leon loved me. He was undeniably good to me in ways that others could see. But his love wasn’t exclusive.
I lowered my head and let out a self-mocking laugh.
Just then, a notification popped up on my phone—it was a video.
I opened it, my hands trembling uncontrollably.