The Fake Wife’s Revenge

“Is it true? Mr. Regald still married her? He must have a big heart.”

Every word was like a dagger, slicing straight through my chest.

I turned to look at Nick.

His gaze never once shifted from Marissa. His eyes were filled with a tenderness I had never seen—never received.

Marissa flashed a bright smile and asked sweetly, “Sister Douglas, what gift did you bring me?”

I forced myself to suppress the rising nausea and took out a delicate, translucent jeweled bracelet.

Just as I was about to hand it to her, she let out a sudden scream. The bracelet shattered as it hit the ground and she stumbled backward dramatically.

“Marissa!” Nick rushed to her side in a blur and shoved me aside.

My knees hit the marble floor with a sickening crack. Pain exploded up my legs, but no one helped me.

“Miss Douglas...” Marissa whimpered tearfully, her voice trembling. “I know you hate me for what happened back then. But... but your father really did kill so many people. I-I just couldn’t go against my conscience...”

Then, as if she had let something slip, she clamped a hand over her mouth.

“Or... are you still upset about James? But the Florr Family’s ancestral rules require marrying a pure woman… and you, Miss... you’ve already had several children…”

A collective gasp rippled through the crowd.

I could feel dozens of camera lenses aimed at me, flashing like judgment. But not a single hand reached out to help me up.

I looked up and saw Nick gently supporting Marissa, his gaze full of concern and tenderness that pierced straight into my heart.

This man who had destroyed my family now stood by and allowed her to humiliate me in public.

“Apologize,” Nick ordered, coldly looking down at me. “Apologize to Marissa. Now.”

Marissa tugged softly on his sleeve, her voice pleading, “Nick, don’t be like this…”

Tears streamed silently down my face.

I swallowed my pride and the pain, my voice trembling as I whispered, “I’m sorry, Miss Geyn... for ruining your mood.”

Nick frowned slightly as he stared at my pale face.

I turned to leave, my dignity in tatters, but a sudden scream behind me made me whirl around.

James was cradling Marissa in his arms, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.

“Stop!” Nick shouted as he grabbed my wrist and yanked me back violently.

Among the guests were several doctors. One of them crouched to examine the shattered jewel and suddenly cried out,

“There’s poison on this bracelet!”

Nick seized me by the hair and slapped me so hard my vision went black. My ears rang from the impact.

“Why?” Marissa sobbed weakly in James’s arms. “Why did you want to poison me?”

At the hospital, a team of over fifty medical professionals scrambled to save her.

Meanwhile, I was forced to kneel on the cold floor by bodyguards. James pulled me hard in the chest and shouted,

“If anything happens to my wife, I’ll make sure you pay with your life!”

“Do whatever you want,” Nick’s voice rang out, sharp and cold as a blade.

Just then, a nurse rushed in, breathless.

“The patient is hemorrhaging and needs an immediate transfusion! RH-negative blood!”

Before I could react, Nick grabbed my arm and dragged me toward the blood collection room without a word.

The needle pierced my vein. I flinched, biting my lip to suppress the pain.

“There’s not enough blood. Keep drawing,” Nick barked, staring at the blood bag like it owed him something.

The nurse hesitated as she checked the monitor. “Mr. Regald, her blood pressure is dropping. Taking more could be dangerous…”

“I said keep going!” he roared, slamming the table. “This is the Regald Family’s hospital! Do as you’re told!”

After several more cc’s of blood were drained from me, my vision dimmed. My legs gave out and cold sweat soaked my back.

Nick finally gave the order to stop, but he didn’t spare me a single glance.

He turned and rushed to Marissa’s ward.

I leaned against the wall outside the room, weak and dizzy, watching through the glass as Nick and James stood on either side of her bed.

One gently fed her porridge, blowing on each spoonful to cool it down. The other handed her warm water, whispering softly in her ear.

Then, all of a sudden, I felt a warm, wet sensation sliding down my thigh.