His Death Certificate, Her New Life

I signed my own discharge papers.

Just as I reached the hospital entrance, I saw Liam.

He was gently supporting Olivia, his face a mask of deep concern.

When he saw me, a flicker of embarrassment crossed his face, but he quickly composed himself. "Chloe, you're discharged?"

I nodded without speaking.

He shot me a quick glance before his gaze snapped back to Olivia.

"Be careful, Olivia. Don't fall."

Hearing his gentle tone, I felt a sharp sting.

He used to be like that with me.

But now, Olivia was the center of his world.

Not wanting to look at them for another second, I turned and walked away.

On my way home, I passed a few neighbors and overheard their chatter.

"Olivia really married a good husband. Ever since she got pregnant, Caleb has been spoiling her rotten!"

"Poor Chloe. A widow so young. And no one to even look after her in the hospital."

My nose stung, and I fought back tears.

They were right.

From the moment Liam decided to deceive me, I had lost my husband.

That night, Liam suddenly came back.

He placed some bottles of supplements on the table. "Chloe, I bought these for you."

I thanked him curtly, feeling nothing but a vast emptiness inside.

I no longer needed his concern.

Suddenly, the world started spinning, and I fainted.

I don't know how much time passed.

When I woke up, I was back in the hospital.

Liam looked relieved.

He rushed over, held me tight, and exclaimed, "Chloe! You're finally awake! Thank God!"

His voice was thick with emotion.

It sounded like he had been worried sick.

I could feel his body trembling against mine.

I was about to speak when he suddenly cupped my face and moved to kiss me.

I shoved him away and looked at him coldly. "Be careful, Caleb."

He froze, his expression faltering. "What did you just call me?"

A flash of panic crossed his eyes before he hastily corrected himself. "I'm sorry, Chloe. I... I got confused for a second. I thought you were Olivia."

With that, he hurried out of the ward.

Of course, I knew he hadn't mistaken me for someone else.

He was just acting.

Watching his fleeing figure, the last shred of hope in my heart was extinguished.

The man I had once loved so deeply was now nothing more than a stranger.

Back home, I lay in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Suddenly, my phone rang.

It was my mom.

"Chloe, I'm sending someone to pick you up in three days. Are you ready?" Mom asked, her voice full of concern. "We've already tidied up your room. We're just waiting for you to come home."

I almost burst into tears. "I miss you guys too. Yes, I'm almost ready. I can leave in three days."

I had just hung up when the bedroom door was suddenly pushed open.

Liam strode in, his face thunderous. "You're leaving? Where are you going?"

I frowned and ignored him. But he snatched my phone and demanded, "Were you contacting those friends of yours again? How many times have I told you not to hang out with those shady people!"

I snatched my phone back, shouting, "What right do you have to dictate my life? I'm not your property! You've had me locked up in this house ever since I got out of the hospital."

"You won't let me go to my studio or even see my friends! How far are you planning to push me?"

Liam was stunned.

Panic flashed in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure. "Chloe, I'm doing this for your own good. You haven't fully recovered yet. What if you faint outside again?"

I retorted coldly, "You don't need to worry about me. You should be worried about Olivia. As for me, my husband is dead. I have the right to decide my own life!"

Liam stared at me, his expression a mixture of hurt and disappointment.

After a long silence, he turned and left.

I collapsed to the floor, crying silently.

That night, I tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

Suddenly, the bedroom door was thrown open, and a tall figure stumbled in—it was Liam.

He reeked of alcohol.

He was clearly drunk.

He fumbled his way to the bed and gripped my hand tightly. "I love you, Chloe. I really do. Don't leave me, okay?"

His voice was choked with emotion.

I could feel the warmth of his palm.

But I pulled my hand away and looked at him coldly. "You're drunk."

He shook his head, his eyes hazy. "No, I'm not drunk. Do you know how much I love you, Chloe?"

"From the moment I left for that mission, I've been thinking about you. Every single day, I just wanted to see you."

"But I couldn't. Olivia is pregnant. I can't just abandon her. Can you forgive me, Chloe, please? Once she has the baby, I'll..."

He didn't finish his sentence before he leaned in, trying to kiss me.

I shoved him away and yelled, "Caleb! Sober up! I'm Chloe! Not Olivia!"

Just then, I heard footsteps at the door. Olivia walked in.

The moment she saw us, her expression twisted into a mask of pure venom.

I quickly composed myself and explained, "Caleb is drunk, Olivia. I think he mistook me for you."

"You should take him back to your room."

Olivia didn't say a word.

She glared at me coldly, then helped the stumbling Liam out of the room.