Linh stood by the window, her frosty eyes locked onto the pair on the lawn below, lips pressed into a thin line.
Foster's injuries looked grave—servants fluttered around him in a panic, their voices rising in a chaotic buzz.
She drew a sharp breath. Doctors swore to heal—but for Foster, she'd make an exception.
Her dress hung in tatters where he'd ripped it. She strode to the dressing room without looking back.
From the ruined pocket, she fished out their marriage certificate, then turned on her heel and walked out of the villa.
An ambulance's siren wailed in the distance, slicing through the chaos as staff scrambled like headless chickens.
She didn't spare Foster a single glance as she wrenched the car door open and peeled away.
After mailing the certificate to her lawyer, Linh hea
