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That night, Dominic knelt before the Buddha, writing line after line in response.
Vivian noticed that Dominic had become very busy lately, rarely to be seen.
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If he wasn’t at the hospital treating me, he was at the company.
This grueling schedule pushed his body and mind to the brink of collapse.
Vivian was overjoyed, believing her chance had come. So she put on the nurse uniform Dominic used to love most and hid in his private room at the company.
When Dominic pushed open the door, he was greeted by an alluring scene.
In the past, whenever Vivian wore this outfit, Dominic would pounce on her like a hungry tiger, the bed creaking all night long.
Now, feeling his hand on her shoulder, she trembled with excitement, already envisioning her glorious future as the billionaire’s wife.
But Dominic just gave her a cold glance before slapping her hard across the face.
“My wife is lying gravely injured in the hospital, and you dare wear a nurse uniform? Are you cursing her?”
“Touching a hair on my wife’s head is the same as touching mine. You should know the consequences.”
His voice wasn’t loud, but it carried crushing weight.
Images of gruesome fates flashed through Vivian’s mind. Dominic had never been a kind man; it was just years of pampering that made her forget.
She instantly fell to her knees at Dominic’s feet, shaking in terror, begging for mercy.
Dominic paused, a mocking smile curving his lips:
“You want me to spare you? Fine. Strip naked and crawl out of here.”
That day, the whole company learned that New York’s richest man Dominic had cast aside his pampered mistress.
Some pitied her, some mocked her. Others captured the spectacular scene and posted it online.
Overnight, Vivian found herself under attack from all sides, her private photos and videos flying everywhere. She hated me to the core.
So when Dominic went to the company, she snuck into the hospital unnoticed.
Despite dozens of bodyguards inside and outside the ward, and a team of professional caregivers, Vivian forced her way through by claiming to be the future Mrs. Dominic.
I still lay in bed like Sleeping Beauty, unresponsive to the outside world.
Vivian’s Dior heels stomped on my face again
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“You’re just a vegetable now, yet you still ruin my plans!”
“Seeing me kicked out by Dominic, so wretched – are you happy now?”
*Men are fickle creatures. What eternal love? Want to bet that within a year of your death, I’ll be the billionaire’s wife
again?”
“If only you were dead…”
A vicious expression twisted Vivian’s face.
She reached out to strangle my neck, then worried about leaving marks as evidence.
Her taut hands veered towards my oxygen mask.
“I heard vegetative patients die without oxygen. Let’s test that theory today.“‘
The oxygen mask was suddenly ripped off.
Watching my body start to convulse involuntarily, Vivian’s lips trembled with excitement.
She stared at me intently.
One minute, two minutes…
As my body slowly stopped twitching, breathing out more than in, her lips curved into a smile.
But the next second, my chest heaved violently twice.
When she saw me open my eyes and meet her gaze, Vivian could no longer contain her terror. She let out a piercing scream and collapsed to the floor.
“Aria? Was that you calling? You’re finally awake?!”
