He Betrayed Me, I Exposed His Secret

Chapter 7

A: [Is that the blood? Thank God!]

B: [I just saw John running this way in the hospital hallway!]

C: [Why didn't you stop him? He almost killed Faye!]

D: [Wait... this isn't even an operating room!]

The fans in the livestream were frantic.

Faye looked at the man standing in the doorway, and the last bit of light in her eyes went out completely.

She looked at the messages John kept sending her.

At first, they had been anxious. Then impatient. Until finally, the last one read:

"Faye! Why are you still making a scene? Haven't I already explained everything? Do you really have to threaten me with your life?"

There was no expression on her face.

A few minutes later, John sent a voice message thick with tears.

For the first time, the man who had always stood so high above everyone else sounded humble and terrified.

"Everyone in the hospital is looking for you... Faye, tell me where you're hiding. Stop scaring me... You need surgery immediately...

"Faye, this is my fault... I'm begging you. Stop hiding... There was so much blood on the bed you were lying in... Please, show yourself..."

He had finally lowered his head.

He was finally afraid.

But Faye's heart could no longer stir for him at all.

Faced with this concern that had come far too late, she only found it deeply ironic.

She was curled up on the cold bathroom floor, her back pressed against the tiles, guarding the long, narrow wooden box she had just signed for.

It was her "new home," still carrying the scent of fresh wood.

Outside the window, the city's neon lights came on one after another.

There had once been a "love nest" the two of them had built together. Now, the only place left for her was this cold little box beside her.

Just as darkness was about to swallow her consciousness, a sharp curse exploded by her ear.

"So you really were hiding here! You little jinx! Will you only be satisfied after you drive my son to his death?"

John's mother, Lana, stormed in. She glanced at the blood on the floor and Faye's pale face with disgust, then gave a cold snort.

"Aren't you supposed to be dying? Yet you still can't bear to turn off the livestream? I think you've gotten addicted to acting! Are you pretending to be pitiful so your fans will send you tips?

"So many fans, huh? The reputation of the Ford family is about to be completely ruined by a little b***h like you!"

Five years of obedience and respect had not earned Faye the slightest pity, only humiliation carved straight to the bone.

Lana even raised her hand, about to slap Faye across the face.

"Mom!" John arrived just in time and stopped her, shielding Faye behind him. "Faye is really sick! Don't do this!"

"Sick?" Lana put her hands on her hips, her face full of ridicule. "She ran from the ward to hide in the bathroom, and you call that dying?"

"You only took care of Lily for a few days, and she threw such a huge tantrum that you almost died on the highway! She made such a tiny matter known across the whole internet. Doesn't she just want more money?"

"Look at this little performance she's staged herself, lying beside a coffin. She's nothing but a clown begging for attention!"

A clown.

So all her devotion, all her heartbreak and despair, was nothing more than a ridiculous performance in their eyes.

Faye let out a low laugh. The more she laughed, the more tears spilled uncontrollably from her eyes.

"Mom!" John's voice was on the verge of breaking. "Faye isn't acting! She isn't pretending! She's really sick!"

"Uterine cancer! Late-stage!"

Lana's eyes widened sharply. She looked at her son in disbelief, then at the barely breathing Faye.

"That... that's impossible... For the videos, she needed... How could it really..."

"She is really going to die!" John's eyes were bloodshot. "Are you satisfied now?!"

Lana was frightened by the way her son looked. She subconsciously took a step back, and her gaze finally landed on the long, narrow wooden box behind Faye.

The shape made her understand at once what it was.

"A co... coffin?! You actually..." Her voice began to tremble. "You actually prepared one for yourself..."

A: [Oh my God... It really is a coffin...]

B: [Why do the people from the Ford family still have to hurt her like this?]

C: [Where did that child come from?! That woman... It's Lily!]

Before Lana could finish, a young, tearful voice sounded from the doorway.

"Daddy, what are you doing here?"

A tiny boy appeared at the door, holding the hand of a frail, pale-faced woman.

Lily leaned weakly against the doorframe. Tear tracks marked her face, and her voice was full of endless grievance.

"John... I was too worried about Faye, so I couldn't help coming to see her..."

The little boy let go of her hand and ran to John. He lifted his head and spoke in the most innocent voice, saying the cruelest words.

"Daddy, the doctor told Mommy that Faye isn't sick at all.

"Why did Faye make Mommy cry for so long? Mommy's eyes had only just gotten a little better..."

Lily's beautiful but unfocused eyes silently "looked" toward Faye, filled with accusation and the posture of a victim.

All the doubt, slander, and twisted lies crashed over Faye like ice water in that moment.

Even the diagnosis report she had paid for with her life had become a lie in their mouths.

Rage and grief surged through her dying heart like molten lava, then exploded.

She suddenly raised her hand and, using the last of her strength, slammed it hard against the coffin beside her.

So now, even dying quietly had become too much to ask?