Revenge?

These past three years have been nothing but his way of getting back at me.

He holds me responsible. He blames me for what happened to Arabella, and marrying me was just part of his payback.

I've never felt such profound pain as I did at that moment.

I've asked countless times, why treat me like this?

But Clayton would only look at me intently and say quietly, "One day, you'll understand, Liana. I hope that day comes soon."

Now that Arabella has come out of her coma, Clayton's revenge has come to an end, too.

But what about all that I went through? Why was all the suffering mine alone to bear?

I felt tears on my cheeks and lifted my hand to wipe them away.

"Pathetic," I muttered to myself.

I dried my tears and turned to head back to my hospital room.

Does Clayton want to walk away unscathed? Not a chance!

Through the glass, I watched as Clayton gently offered Arabella some coffee, tenderly wiping her mouth.

When Arabella smiled, the eternal ice in his eyes seemed to melt, and his smile was even brighter than hers.

"Still thirsty? Want a little more?"

"No more, I'm practically a camel now."

"Even if you are a camel, you're the most beautiful one in the world."

Such a loving scene, and yet, how could Clayton possibly deserve my amazing sister?

I took a deep breath and pushed open the door.

My arrival completely wiped the smile off Clayton's face.

His smile froze, then disappeared within seconds.

His eyes were filled with disdain as he looked at me.

Arabella, however, seemed happy to see me. She leaned against the headboard and smiled, "Sis, come have a seat."

I glanced at her, then turned my gaze to Clayton, smiling as I said, "It's getting late, honey. Let's head home."

As soon as the words left my mouth, the room plunged into a deep silence. Clayton's eyes were cold, his expression dark as he looked at me. Arabella's gaze darted between us, her disbelief morphing into a shaky laugh. "Sis, what are you talking about? Your husband is?"

"Clayton," I continued without hesitation. "Didn't he tell you? We got married three years ago, three months after you were admitted to the hospital. And just so you know, he confessed to me first."

Arabella shook her head in disbelief, then quickly looked to Clayton for confirmation.

"Clayton, say something. This can't be true, right? This isn't real."

She was on the verge of tears, her pale face showing her distress. I felt a twinge of guilt, but Clayton was a horrible person, not deserving of someone as good as Arabella.

Clayton's eyes were hard, his lips pressed into a thin line betraying his anger. After a moment, he let out a sarcastic laugh, then gently patted Arabella on the head.

"Arabella, just take it easy and get some rest. Your sister and I have things to sort out. Don't worry, my feelings for you haven't changed."

"Clayton!"

Arabella's tears fell as she reached out for him, but couldn't hold onto him. Clayton stood up and walked toward me, step by step, like he was on a mission for revenge.

"Since you've already started, please go on, my wife," he said, practically spitting out the last two words.

I wanted to laugh, but couldn't. It was the first time in three years Clayton had called me his wife. How revolting!

I turned my head to look at Arabella lying in the bed. "Arabella, get some rest. I'll see you tomorrow."