Divorced the CEO After His Mistress Tried to Kill MeChapter 1

Leo James crashed while picking up my car. Fractured tibia.

By the time I reached the hospital, a girl with swollen, tear-streaked eyes was shrieking at me:

"Who do you think you are, making Mr. James fetch your car? If you hadn't been too lazy to go yourself, he never would've gotten hurt!"

"Do you have any idea that Mr. James fractured his leg? That he bruised his ribs?"

Her tone dripped with self-righteousness—like she was scolding a servant who'd stepped out of line.

It wasn't just me. Every friend and relative who'd come to visit Leo stood frozen, staring.

Leo shot her an indulgent glance, then turned to placate me:

"She's just protective of her clients. Speaks her mind a little too freely. Don't take it personally."

His heart hadn't been with me for a long time. Of course I wouldn't take it personally.

I studied the weeping girl with detached calm, waiting until she'd exhausted herself into silence.

"Finished? Good. My turn."

"This is the second time your dealership has made this kind of amateur mistake. Either you give me a satisfactory explanation, or you can deal with the police and Harding Group's legal team."

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The color drained from her face. She turned to the man in the hospital bed, eyes pleading.

Leo's expression flickered.

"Gladys Harding, it was my mistake. She had nothing to do with it. I've already handled the accident."

"Your mistake?" I arched an eyebrow and looked straight at him. "How bad is it?"

Leo cleared his throat. "I'm fine. Just the fracture and a mild concussion. You don't need to—"

I cut him off.

"I was asking about the car."

The girl flinched at my coldness, her voice pitching higher:

"Mr. James is in the hospital and all you care about is the car? Do you even have a heart?"

"You must be Virginia Matthews."

I folded my arms, unhurried, my face blank.

"First—that car is worth eighteen million dollars. Limited edition. One of twelve in the world."

"Second—Leo James is my husband. Legally. Him picking up my car is hardly unusual."

"Third..."

I paused, letting my gaze drop to where her fingers were clenched around the fabric of Leo's hospital gown.

"You're just some college student Leo sponsored once. So what exactly gives you the right to stand here and interrogate me?"

Virginia's face flushed scarlet. She released his gown instinctively, but couldn't stop herself from protesting: