Around the same time, Oliver asked the nurse at the hospital, “Is there a woman named Cassandra Wolfe admitted here?”
The nurse shook her head. “No, sir.”
Oliver’s right eyelid twitched. A sudden feeling of unease rose in his chest.
The next second, Bianca on the hospital bed looked at him with tears in her eyes. “Oliver, go check on my sister. I’m fine.”
This was her usual trick, pretending to step back so he would stay. In the past, Oliver always fell for it. But this time, he hesitated.
Just as Bianca thought he would stay, Oliver stood up. “Rest well. I’ll come back to see you soon.”
On the way home, Oliver’s mind was filled with Bianca’s tearful face. He rushed back as fast as he could and pushed the door open in panic.
Behind the door, Cassandra was watching the security footage. On the screen, Oliver and Bianca were hugging closely.
Her stomach twisted. She felt sick.
So while she was gone, Oliver had brought Bianca into their shared bedroom and done all kinds of intimate things there.
Bang.
The front door slammed shut. Cassandra instinctively turned off the monitor. She looked at him coldly.
“Why are you here?”
Shouldn’t he be with Bianca right now?
Seeing Cassandra standing in the living room, the worry Oliver carried all the way finally eased.
He looked around the house and noticed many things were missing. On the jewelry table, the pieces he had casually bought for Cassandra, the ones she once treasured, were all gone.
“Sandra… where is the jewelry I gave you?” His voice sounded unsteady.
Unlike his anxiety, Cassandra remained calm. “They were old. They cracked. I threw them into the trash.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Oliver said quickly. “If they’re damaged, it’s fine to throw them away. I’ll buy you new ones.”
This was the first time since their marriage that Oliver called himself her husband.
Cassandra looked at him in surprise. Her heart felt completely still.
Oliver was thinking about something else and didn’t reflect much on the jewelry. Softly, he said, “Sandra, my parents have accepted our relationship.”
“Wait a little longer before leaving. Tomorrow, I’m planning a surprise for you.”
There was a trace of guilt in his eyes. “I love your sister, but I promise you, the position of Mrs. Prescott will always be yours.”
For a rare moment, he looked sincere.
Cassandra stared at the face she had known since youth. Her numb heart still felt a sharp pain. How could he say something so cruel so calmly?
She swallowed the ache. She wanted to say that Bianca could have the title if she wanted it.
Before she could speak, Oliver’s phone rang.
It was Bianca.
“Oliver, where are you? I think I touched my wound. It hurts so much.”
With just one sentence, Oliver grabbed his keys and turned to leave.
Then he noticed how quiet it was behind him.
He turned back. “Sandra, I’ll come back to see you tonight.”
Cassandra stood still, silently watching his retreating back.
She made a phone call. “Is everything ready?”
“Yes. It will be released tomorrow.”
After hanging up, Cassandra curved her lips slightly. “Perfect. I also have a surprise for you tomorrow.”
A car had already arrived downstairs.
Cassandra left a letter, went downstairs and got into the car. Her phone vibrated again.
It was a message from Oliver: [Tomorrow, go to the hotel. A makeup artist will be there. This time, I’ll let you become my wife openly.]
Cassandra forwarded the location to Bianca. Then she blocked Oliver, Bianca and both parents’ numbers.
She slowly let out a breath and said to the driver, “Drive.”
“Alright. Please sit tight.” The car moved forward slowly.
Cassandra looked out the window at the passing scenery.
She whispered to herself, "Oliver, I’ve already left. When you finally realize I’m gone, how will you feel then?"
