Jenny’s face flushed with fury.“Stay out of our family business!” she snapped. “This has nothing to do with you!”Natalie didn’t even flinch.“If that were true, I would.”Her voice remained remarkably calm.“But I’m Ethan’s legal representative. I’m handling his divorce, which gives me every right to speak when you insult him in front of me.”Jenny stared at her in disbelief.Natalie’s gaze shifted toward Ethan, she looked at him for a moment longer, her expression filled with so much warmth.“I’ve loved Ethan since university.”Jenny’s eyes widened.Natalie continued calmly, “I’ve loved him for years. Quietly. From a distance. I never asked him to choose me, and I never tried to interfere with his marriage.”She turned back toward Jenny.“So if you refuse to cherish a man like Ethan, the least you can do is set him free.”Jenny’s entire face twisted with rage.“You’ve got to be kidding me!”She pointed accusingly at Natalie.“So you admit it! You’ve been in love with my husband thi

Stepping out into the sunlight, Ethan paused beside the waiting car as Natalie followed him.“Are you sure you’re ready to do this today?” she asked.Ethan looked toward the sky before answering quietly, “Yes. I want to bury her today.”Natalie’s expression softened. “Do you want anyone else there?”Ethan shook his head and lowered his gaze. “No. Just me.”Natalie nodded. “It will be a private funeral.”Ethan opened the car door but stopped before getting inside. After a moment, he turned toward Natalie.“After I bury my daughter, I have something else to do.”Natalie frowned slightly. “What?”Ethan’s expression hardened. “Jenny and David.”His eyes turned cold as he continued, “They’re going to answer for everything they’ve done.”Natalie studied him carefully. “Ethan…”“I’m not going to let them walk away from this,” he said firmly.Natalie said nothing. She simply watched as Ethan got into the car.Neither of them knew that, across town, Jenny was preparing something entirely diff

The room fell completely silent. Ethan stood in the middle of the grand hall, his face an impenetrable mask as he looked at Jenny. His eyes slowly moved across the decorations, the expensive food and the champagne before finally returning to her. “You’d rather throw a victory party for your lover than give your own daughter a dignified funeral?” Jenny’s face instantly drained of color. Her lips parted, but no words came out. “What?” Ethan let out a bitter laugh. “You heard me.” Jenny stared at him, frozen in place. Then, for the first time, the thought struck her. The funeral, her daughter. She had completely forgotten. Her fingers began to tremble. “I…” But the words refused to come. Ethan’s eyes hardened as he stared at her. “I buried my daughter today.” Jenny’s breathing became shallow. “I was there alone.” He paused, his voice growing colder. “And while I was standing beside her grave, you were here celebrating.” Jenny quickly shook her head. “No, Ethan. I didn’t—

"Yes, and my attorney here.” Ethan said. Natalie immediately opened her portfolio. “I have the relevant medical records and documentation.” Jenny stared at Ethan in disbelief. “But—” Ethan slowly turned toward her. “You accused me of ordering an attack.” His voice remained cold. “Now prove it.”Jenny opened her mouth but nothing came out.The officer glanced between them.“Miss Jenny, if you have evidence, present it. Otherwise, we will need to proceed based on what can actually be established.”Jenny sat completely frozen.For the entire week, she had convinced herself that Ethan was pretending to be sick.She thought he had exaggerated his condition just to manipulate her.But now… She watched the officer turn toward his computer.“Let’s verify that.”He pulled up the hospital records and began scrolling through them.Jenny’s heart started pounding.“No…”The officer picked up the phone.“Chief of Medicine? This is Officer Harris from the police department.”He glanced at

Jenny hadn't slept. She had lain in the dark of her apartment for hours, staring at the ceiling, replaying the interrogation room over and over — Ethan's cold eyes, Natalie's calm voice reciting evidence, the officer's flat pronouncement of ‘cleared’. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw her own hand slamming the table, heard her own voice accusing a man who had been fighting for his life in an ICU bed while she danced around his suspicions. By five in the morning, she had given up on sleep entirely. She showered, dressed for work with hands that wouldn't quite stop trembling, and rehearsed the words in the mirror until they almost sounded steady. “I'm sorry. I was wrong. Please, let me explain." She didn't know if he would listen. She didn't know if there was anything left to salvage. But she told herself that if she could just catch him at his desk, before the day swallowed them both into separate corners of the building, she could start clawing back some of what she'd d