Not long after, Kamelia suddenly emerged .​

"Angelita, you truly surprise me,"

she remarked with a hint of mockery in her tone.​

I cast a quick glance behind her, noticing she was alone.

With a playful yet menacing glint in my eye, I sneered,

"I loathe you so much. Aren't you afraid I might do something to you right here?"​

Kamelia let out a haughty laugh.

"I'm more worried that you don't have the guts. After all, everyone knows William will come to my rescue in a heartbeat."​

Kamelia then sauntered closer to me, her eyes glinting with challenge. "Angelita, are you brave enough to make a bet?"​

"If you two are so deeply in love, why don't you just ask William to divorce me? Kamelia, do you really have to trample on someone else's feelings to stage your so - called love story?"​

Kamelia's face twitched slightly, a flash of anger crossing her features.

"That's because you're the one who's being stubbornly persistent! You're so desperate to cling to William that you even resorted to suicide. He's just pitying you!"

Swiftly, she regained her calm and gentle demeanor.

"Angelita, let's see if William truly likes you," .

At the edge of the terrace stood a towering sculpture.

Made of hard yet brittle plaster, its base fixtures, though seemingly stable, were actually somewhat loose.

Just as I stood up, I caught a glimpse of Kamelia's regretful look.

Little did I know that she was lurking right behind me.

Without the slightest warning, she launched a violent shove, using all her might.

With a deafening "boom"!

I was sent hurtling forward uncontrollably, crashing straight into the sculpture.

The sculpture teetered precariously for a few moments before toppling over with a thunderous crash.

A piercing scream of pain escaped my lips as my body curled up in agony, landing amidst the scattered debris of the broken sculpture.

In that excruciating moment, the searing pain from my legs nearly rendered me unconscious.

Distantly, I could hear the startled cries of people from the far end . Lying on the ground, my heart burned with fury towards Kamelia.

Meanwhile, she stood nearby, a fleeting look of barely concealed triumph flashing across her face.

I saw William's figure dash out from the banquet hall.

However, his eyes bypassed me completely, darting anxiously towards Kamelia as he rushed to ask if she was alright.

......

Both Kamelia and I were rescued.

However, she was saved by William, while a strange, strikingly handsome man came to my aid.

I lay on the ground, and he was pressing his hands firmly on my chest, attempting to perform CPR.

From the corner of my eye, I saw William approaching as well.

Kamelia, looking all pitiful, was hugging herself and gazing longingly at William's retreating back.

As if only just remembering that he had a wife, William furrowed his brows and asked, "Are you okay?"

I didn't respond and struggled to my feet.

The man beside me tried to help me up, but I pushed him away.

When William finally stopped in front of me, I raised my hand and, without hesitation, slapped him hard across the face.

A deathly silence fell over the surroundings.

I could even hear the sound of everyone deliberately slowing down their breathing.

"William, let's get a divorce," I declared firmly.

William remained silent for a long time.

Suddenly, he strode towards me, his thin lips tightly pursed.

Without a word, he grabbed my wrist and tried to drag me away.

"No!" I protested vehemently.

The man glanced at me and then at William.

Instead of pulling my hand free, he gave a cheeky smile and said, "William, she almost got crushed to death just now. Cut her some slack, will you?"

He exuded a unique charm. He and William were polar opposites. William was cold and profound, while he was full of wild energy.

For a brief moment, I was mesmerized.

As if sensing this, William's face darkened in an instant.

He gripped my hand tightly and snarled, "Frank, she's my wife. What right do you have to be giving me advice?"

Frank still wore that nonchalant, rebellious expression.

"Last time I checked, she just said she wants a divorce from you," he retorted casually, raising an eyebrow.

William's countenance softened a little at this.

"The Bay project, I'll put you in full charge of it," .

With that, he yanked me away, his grip like a vice.

"The Bay project is worth billions! And he's handing it over to Frank just like that?!" someone gasped in disbelief.

"All because he saved William's wife?!

Lying on the hospital bed, the excruciating pain in my leg drained all the color from my face.

William rushed into the ward.

He approached the bedside slowly.

Extending his hand, he gently caressed my cheek.

"Angelita, this was just an accident. Don't let it weigh on your heart too much,".

I turned my head away in disgust, desperately trying to escape his touch.

Seemingly unfazed, he smoothly slid his hand down to my shoulder, attempting to draw me into his embrace.

"Come on, you need someone to take care of you right now. Isn't it better for me to be by your side?"

With all my might, I slapped his hand awa. "William, cut the act! Your pretense makes me sick,"

He froze for a split second, but instead of backing off, he leaned in even closer, his breath hot against my ear.

"Angelita, you know I care about you," .

A wave of nausea washed over me, and I shoved him with all my might.

"you had eyes only for Kamelia. And now you're trying to act all affectionate? Don't you feel disgusted with yourself?"

I seethed.

A flicker of embarrassment crossed his face, but he still refused to give up.

Placing his hands firmly on either side of my body, he caged me in.

"I know I was wrong this time. It won't happen again," .

I roared, "Get out! "

William let out a derisive chuckle.

"You? You think you can get rid of me that easily?"

I gritted my teeth and with all my strength, kicked him right in his most vulnerable spot.

William's face contorted in pain, and in an instant, he forcefully grabbed my wrists. His entire body loomed over mine.

"You're being unruly. Do I need to punish you?"

Just as he was about to plant a kiss on the corner of my mouth, my face instantly turned ashen.

Beads of sweat broke out on my forehead, and I couldn't hold back a cry.

"It hurts..."

I whimpered, my whole body trembling uncontrollably.

As if suddenly snapped out of a trance, William's eyes widened in alarm.

"Where does it hurt? Did I hurt you?"

For a fleeting moment, the look of distress in his eyes made me wonder if he actually cared about me.

But I quickly shook off that illusion. How could a man who had shown so little regard for my life care about a mere injury on my wrist?

I clamped my lips tightly shut, refusing to utter a word.

William, growing more anxious by the second, pleaded,

"Where does it hurt?"

His tone was a far cry from the domineering one he had just moments ago, but I remained unmoved.

Before I could utter a word, a faint, coppery scent of blood wafted through the air.

William suddenly stared in a daze at the wrist he was tightly gripping.

There was a bandage wrapped around it.

All this time, William had always thought I was just using a ploy to gain sympathy.

It never once occurred to him that the cut on my wrist was real.

"Who gave you permission to attempt suicide?!" .

I looked steadily into his eyes.

"Do you really care about my suicide? You just watched me almost get crushed to death right in front of you!"

Without hesitation, he immediately called for the doctor.

Accompanying the doctor was Kamelia.

She had changed into a new outfit, her black hair neatly pulled back.

She stood nervously at the doorway, her voice laced with concern. "William, is she okay?"

"Go back and rest. You don't need to worry about this," he said, his tone gentle yet firm.