Ten minutes later, Whitney updated her Twitter with photos. The location was Ludwig's office. She was kneeling under the table, dressed in extremely sexy clothes, her face flushed as she unzipped Ludwig's pants. The caption read, [I lied to my senior, saying I was sexually harassed, but it was just to reward him.]
I found it amusing and immediately called Jessica, my best friend and also a lawyer, "Help me draft a divorce agreement. I want to divorce Ludwig."
My friend and I met at a coffee shop. She was furious after learning what Ludwig had done. Her face turning ashen and she kept cursing. After I calmed her down, she quickly drafted a divorce agreement for me.
"Make him sign it as soon as possible. Also, I'm going abroad for work in two weeks; you'll come with me."
On the way home, a black sedan coming from the opposite direction suddenly veered towards us. The driver swerved to avoid it, but unfortunately collided with another car.
I slammed hard into the chair, a sharp pain shooting through my stomach and a warm liquid immediately flowed between my legs. But before I could cry out in pain, my consciousness began to fade.
In the moments before I lost consciousness, I saw a familiar man and woman step out of the black sedan. Ludwig ran towards me in a panic, the hickey on his collarbone piercing my eyes like a sharp thorn.
He held me tightly in his arms, terrified, "Honey, hold on, I'll take you to the hospital right away."
I didn't have time to respond before I fell into a coma. When I woke up, I was already on the operating table.
Ludwig, in a white coat, was anxiously performing surgery on me, "Don't be afraid, Suzy. I won't let anything happen to you or the baby. The surgery will be over soon."
Whitney, standing beside me, had reddened eyes and a choked voice, "I'm so sorry, Suzy. It was all because I interfered with Ludwig's driving that this happened. I'm so sorry, so very sorry. Don't worry, Ludwig is a very skilled doctor. You and the baby will be absolutely fine."
The image of them being intimate in the car immediately flashed through my mind. Anger surged within me, but the anesthesia prevented me from uttering a single word.