At that moment, whatever was left of my love for him him—disappeared completely.
I didn’t know how long I lay there, but eventually, the reporters, satisfied with their footage, dispersed.
Alone, trembling, I dragged myself to the hospital, leaning against the wall for support.
As soon as I stepped inside, I ran straight into Mandy.
She looked at me with a smirk of satisfaction.
"Marie, five years have passed, and yet you're still the same pathetic loser."
Her voice dripped with mockery.
"Tell me, how does it feel? To be sold out by your own husband? To be thrown at the wolves?"
Her eyes gleamed with malice.
"You really are just like your mother—a weak, useless fool who couldn’t even keep a man."
She paused for effect before delivering the final blow.
"Oh, and not only could you not keep a man, you couldn’t even keep your own baby."
With that, she reached into her pocket and pulled out a small specimen jar.
Inside was a piece of flesh, soaked in preservative fluid.
I froze. My stomach lurched violently.
"Do you know what this is?" Mandy’s voice was sickeningly sweet.
"It’s your uterus."
"Sean gave it to me—his promise that my son would be the only heir to the Hoffman family."
"So? Do you like the gift?"
I felt a bile rise in my throat. My body was heaved, but I had nothing left to vomit.
Through my blurred vision, I saw Mandy pick up a pair of surgical scissors from a nearby tray.
Before I could react, she suddenly stabbed herself in the lower abdomen.
A thin line of blood oozed from the small wound.
At that exact moment, the hospital door burst open.
Sean rushed in, his face dark with fury.
His eyes landed on the blood on Mandy’s dress, and without hesitation—
He kicked me to the ground.
"Marie, are you insane?!" he bellowed. "This is attempted murder!"
His voice thundered through the room, filled with unrestrained rage.
Then, with the utmost care, he lifted Mandy into his arms, his expression twisted with worry.
"Are you okay? Does it hurt?" he asked gently, inspecting the tiny wound.
Meanwhile, I lay on the floor, my body wracked with pain.
The stitches from my recent surgery had torn open, and I could feel warm blood pooling beneath me, seeping through my hospital gown.
Yet Sean didn’t spare me a single glance.
His gaze, once filled with love, was now cold, distant—merciless.
"Marie, I never thought you could be this cruel."