Chapter 7
Helena quickly wiped the blood off her face, glanced at the unmoving traffic, and had no choice but to pull over.
Without thinking twice, she grabbed a shared bike from the sidewalk and rode straight toward the villa. Rain kept hitting her forehead, making the wound sting sharply.
But she didn’t seem to feel it. Her eyes stayed locked on the road ahead. Calvin was waiting at home, and just the thought of it sent warmth rushing through her.
When she reached the entrance to the villa area, the guard stopped her. Bikes weren’t allowed past the gate. So, she got off and walked the rest of the way, trudging home bit by bit.
Her clothes were soaked through and stuck to her skin, yet her face still showed a hopeful smile.
But the second she stepped inside, scanned her fingerprint, and saw Calvin in the living room, that smile faded.
Kate was there too.
Still in that same fancy gown, Kate leaned close to him and fooked surprised. “Ms. Ziegler, where were you? Why do you look so dirty?”
Helena blinked, and the pain in her forehead flared up again.
She ignored Kate completely and turned to Calvin with a soft smile. “You called me. What did you want to say?”
Calvin got up. His tone was flat. “She wants to stay. There’s no extra
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room. Get one ready.”
The sentence was short. But after seven years of living with him, Helena instantly knew what he meant.
Kate was moving in and living with him, and he wanted Helena to make
space.
Helena’s legs suddenly cramped. She leaned against the wall, her face pale and trembling. She didn’t respond right away.
Kate gently tugged on Calvin’s sleeve. “It’s fine, Professor Fernandez, I can come by every day to help with treatment. This is your and your wife’s newlywed home. I shouldn’t stay here.”
She paused, then added, “Besides, it looks like Ms. Ziegler isn’t happy about it.”
Calvin turned to Helena. After a long pause, he said coldly, “She’s just acting.”
Helena gave a small, bitter smile and slowly squatted down. The blood loss made her dizzy, but his words cut through loud and clear.
After a while, she whispered, “Calvin, only a married couple lives together. If you’re choosing to stay with Kate, then what are we?”
Calvin frowned, as if trying to figure something out. After a while, he spoke calmly, like it was no big deal. “We can just get divorced.”
The sharp pain on Helena’s forehead got worse. She reached up to her hairline and felt something wet. Her fingers came away bloody.
Yet no one in the villa seemed to notice. Not even Calvin, who only seemed focused on being with Kate.
To him, ending their marriage was as easy as breathing.
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Helena still squatted, staring at the tile floor through half–lidded eyes. She’d never felt this humiliated before.
Her wet clothes clung to her skin, and the cold air from the air conditioning made her tremble. Across from her, Kate stood there in Helena’s gown, looking classy and graceful like she belonged, though everyone knew she didn’t.
It was almost laughable.
When the crash happened, Helena truly believed Calvin was calling to make things right. It turned out that all he wanted was a new life with someone else.
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