A kind stranger saw me and called an ambulance. It was how I survived. Three days later, after I was discharged, I asked my lawyer to pick me up.
After that, both of us went straight to the airport.
On the very first day the airport opened, the first plane that took off was the one flying me abroad. Back in Boston, Bryan’s birthday party was in full swing.
Richard, who was desperate to give Bryan a sense of status and legitimacy in the Ford Family, suddenly thought of me, his lawful wife.
He turned to his assistant and said coldly, "Go pick up my wife. Bryan will serve her hot chocolate later."
"Tell her to behave. She must drink the hot chocolate he offers her."
The assistant quickly nodded and left.
But the assistant returned soon after. This time, she was rushing to see her boss. She looked pale and was barely breathing as if she had run a marathon.
"Sir… I-I mean Mr. Ford," she said, stammering as she handed over a document.
"This is from Mrs. Ford’s lawyer."
The assistant continued, "He said you don’t have to worry anymore. Mrs. Ford won’t be bothering you again."
"She … she’s never coming back."
