Helena lay on the cold ground, her heart pounding as Sanchez’s voice echoed in her ears.

“I guess you're going to die today,” he said, his words sending a chilling realization through her. David had abandoned her, not just ending their relationship but sentencing her to death.

No! She refused to die like this. She would fight with every ounce of strength she had left. She would survive, and she would make David regret what he had done. That bastard!

It was clear now—David no longer wanted to hide his affair. He had used this opportunity to eliminate her. He wanted her dead.

Her head spun as the weight of the betrayal crashed down on her. A sharp pain shot through her, and she felt warm blood trickle down between her legs. She bit her lower lip, trying to stay conscious, but darkness swallowed her just as Sanchez raised his gun and pointed it at her.

She never even got the chance to tell David about the baby inside her. Well... it doesn’t matter now. They would both be leaving this world together.

A bright light pierced through her closed eyelids, forcing her to wince. A dull headache throbbed at the back of her skull. Slowly, her mind pieced together what had happened.

Wait… she was supposed to be dead.

Her heartbeat quickened. Did she survive?

Her eyes fluttered open, and the first thing she saw was the white ceiling above her. She sat up abruptly, scanning her surroundings. A hospital. A private room.

How did she get here?

The last thing she remembered was her kidnappers preparing to kill her. There had been no chance to escape unless... unless someone had intervened.

Did David change his mind and come back for her? The thought made her heart skip a beat, but she quickly dismissed it. Even if he had, it was too little, too late. No matter what, she was divorcing that man.

A nurse entered the room a while later to check on her, and through their conversation, Helena learned she had been unconscious for two weeks. But that wasn’t the worst news. Her baby was gone.

She had expected it. After all, there was no way the child could have survived everything she had been through—the trauma, the blood loss. Strangely, she didn’t feel as devastated as she thought she would. A child with a father like David… it would have been miserable.

She remained in the hospital for another week before being discharged. During that time, neither David nor anyone from her family visited her. Not even once. It only confirmed what she already knew—they didn’t consider her a part of their lives. At this point, she was numb to it.

But the lack of David’s presence also raised another question. If he hadn’t been the one to save her, then who had?

On her way out of the hospital, she stopped by the reception desk and asked who had brought her there and paid her medical bills.

“The man asked me to give you his card. Here it is, ma’am.” The receptionist handed her a card before returning to her work.

Helena stared at it, her curiosity piqued. Whoever her savior was, he clearly wanted to remain anonymous.

Unfortunately, she had no choice but to return to the Hamilton Mansion, the place she shared with her husband—who was barely ever home—and her in-laws. She had dreaded going back the entire time she was in the hospital, wishing she could stay longer. But now, it was time to face them and take back control of her life.

If she was going to sever ties with them, she needed to go back—at least to collect her belongings and access her credit cards.

The moment she arrived at the mansion’s gates, the guard stationed there greeted her with a scowl. She ignored his rudeness; she was used to it by now. And, as expected, the hostility only intensified when she stepped inside the main house.

A sharp slap landed across her cheek the second she entered.

“So you finally decided to show yourself?” her mother-in-law sneered, her frown deepening with each word. “Finally graced us with your presence?”

Helena was too emotionally exhausted to argue. She simply stared at the older woman in silence as she continued her tirade.

“I thought you were kidnapped! I thought you were dead! How come you're here alive and well, you con artist?” The woman’s voice rose, so the maids could hear, a calculated move to reinforce her dominance in the household. “I almost thought you actually were dead—you fooled me.”

She scoffed, then added with venom, “Honestly, I wished you had died. At least that would explain why a daughter-in-law wouldn’t return home for a month. Only God knows what filthy things you’ve been up to.”

Helena had heard enough. Without a word, she turned and walked away, heading for her room.

Her mother-in-law shrieked in outrage. “How dare you walk out on me!”

Helena barely had time to react before the woman lunged at her, hand outstretched. It was clear she intended to grab Helena’s hair. But Helena had reached her limit—she wasn’t going to let herself be hurt again. She swiftly stepped aside, and her mother-in-law lost her balance, stumbling to the ground.

Helena didn’t stop to help. She had no reason to. Instead, she hurried up to her room and began packing.

She gathered her jewelry, transferred all her funds to her personal savings account, grabbed some of her clothes, and left the mansion without looking back.

She was done.

Done living a miserable life. Done being treated like nothing.

From now on, she would sever all ties with the Hamilton family.

She checked into a hotel while searching for a new place to stay. The first thing she did was contact a divorce lawyer. She wanted this marriage annulled as soon as possible.

Three days later, David was served the divorce papers.

He never called her once in the time since she had left the mansion.

But the moment he received the divorce notice—suddenly, her phone rang.