I Signed With The Wrong Husband Chapter 05
When I came to, I was in a hospital room.
“I’m so sorry, Hattie. I shouldn’t have locked you in there. I didn’t know the ammunition depot would explode… I’m sorry…”
Sylvester’s eyes were bloodshot, his hand clutching mine, damp with sweat.
“Punish me however you want. As long as you’ll no longer be upset with me…”
I looked at him calmly, my gaze empty—no sorrow, no joy.
Seeing my indifference, he reached to stroke my face. “Let me take you out, alright? Consider it my apology.”
I tilted my head away from his touch and remained silent.
Early the next morning, he practically forced me to go out.
Miranda came along.
We went to a rose garden, the very one where Sylvester had once planted 999 eternal roses for me.
He had said that by doing this, our love would last forever.
I walked to that patch of eternal roses, picked up a shovel, and began digging every one of them out.
Just as I uprooted the last rose, I felt the cold muzzle of a silenced pistol jammed against the small of my back.
“It’s been a while, Henrietta.”
I would never forget that voice.
It was Timothy Meskill, my father’s illegitimate son.
He’d lost the fight for the family assets to me years ago, and Sylvester had sent him to prison. How come he was here?
“You’re so popular, Henrietta,” he sneered, malice dripping from his words. “Seems I’m not the only one who wants you dead. Ms. Johnston offered me 500,000 dollars to kill you.”
I turned slowly, fighting to keep my voice steady. “Let me go, and I’ll give you 1.5 million dollars—”
Before I could finish, Timothy clamped a hand over my mouth.
In the very next second, a bullet tore into my abdomen, and blood seeped out instantly.
My eyes widened, sound trapped in my throat. I could only desperately stretch a trembling hand toward Sylvester.
But all I saw was him lowering his head, kissing Miranda amid the sea of roses.
Timothy shoved me hard, and I tumbled over the mountain railing.
The fall seemed endless. My body crashed through branches before finally slamming to a stop.
A sharp pain shot through my calf—the bone was jutting out. Meanwhile, blood continued to flow from the gunshot wound.
The sky grew dark. Soon, the beasts would catch the metallic scent of blood.
I struggled to reach my phone, but there was no signal.
Blood loss dragged me toward delirium.
In my haze, I saw a young Sylvester in a suit, on one knee amidst eternal roses, vowing, “I’ll spend the rest of my life protecting you, Hattie.”
Darkness swallowed the valley.
I closed my eyes and surrendered to death.
Then I heard the sound of a helicopter approaching.
A man jumped out, sprinted toward me, and gathered me carefully into his arms.
“How did you end up like this? I’ve come back to marry you, just as I promised—with your wedding gift.”
It was Liam.
“You… Aren’t you the CEO?”
He smiled, “Well, well. You recognized me. Let’s get you out of here first.”
As the helicopter slowly ascended, I cast one last glance toward the rose garden, my lips curling into a bitter smile. “Do me a favor,” I whispered. “Get me a new identity. Let Henrietta Meskill … die here for good.”
