My Ex-husband Went to Jail After we Divorced

I arrived late. The summit had already begun.

Under the spotlight, Nicolas stood at the podium and looked somber.

His voice was slightly trembling and echoed through the hall via the microphone. "Thank you all for being here. It's a real privilege to stand before you as a representative of our younger generation."

He paused briefly and managed a perfectly timed bitter smile. "I know many of our media friends were looking forward to meeting my wife. But I'm here today to share some heartbreaking news."

Nicolas's eyes glistened with perfectly timed tears. "Just yesterday at dawn, my dear wife succumbed to an illness."

A collective gasp filled the room, and several female reporters were already teary-eyed.

Nicolas feigned wiping a tear. "However, she always hoped to see my career flourish. And I will officially become a special consultant for the Ford Pharmaceutical Group today. I'll carry her love and dreams with me as I move forward. I hope she's looking down in heaven on me with pride."

This heartfelt confession prompted soft sobbing from the audience.

Just as applause was about to break out, my voice pierced through the hall clearly. "Really? But I am the special consultant for the Ford Pharmaceutical Group."

In an instant, all eyes were on me.

Nicolas's pupils contracted violently as he saw me.

His carefully crafted facade was shattered.

Amidst his shock, I ascended the stage in a dazzling diamond gown and stood beside him under the spotlight.

"Are you crazy?" Nicolas hissed through gritted teeth, "How did you get in here?"

I gave a cold smile.

Nicolas turned to the media and said, "I'm sorry, everyone, but I have some personal matters to settle with this lady."

With that, he attempted to drag me off the stage.

But at that moment, a reporter recognized me. "She's Dr. Sini. Dr. Sini, do you remember me? I was your patient and have fully recovered now."

I pushed Nicolas aside and smiled at the reporter. "Of course, I remember you. It's great to see you're well again."

Suddenly, everyone from the media erupted. They rushed towards me with cameras and microphones.

"Dr. Sini, we've been waiting for you for so long."

"Oh my God, it's really Dr. Sini!"

"We can get an interview with Dr. Sini. It's such a rare opportunity."

In the rush, Nicolas was pushed aside.

I caught a glimpse of his staggering figure through the crowd. His eyes, which had been arrogant before, were now filled with shock and disbelief.

"Dr. Sini?" he exclaimed, trying to break through the human barrier. "That's impossible. How can you be Dr. Sini?"

Before Nicolas could reach me, security had already escorted him aside.

The spotlight was fully on me.

"Dr. Sini," an experienced reporter asked excitedly, "it's been said that you've been out of the field for years. What prompted your return to the medical field?"

I watched Nicolas's face drain of color instantly.

Facing the spotlight, I slowly gave a smile and said clearly and calmly, "What prompted my return was..."

I deliberately paused, and the room fell into silent anticipation. Everyone tried to capture my every subtle expression eagerly with their cameras.

"The fact is that I am the wife who supposedly died yesterday morning, as Mr. Nicolas Shaw said."