The Scorned Ex Wife

Brookside Medical Center.

Aurora's POV.

Twelve months into my marriage with Liam, strange occurrences began to take place. Nonetheless, something remarkable occurred that day as I was pulled into one of the lesser-known hospitals in the area.

"Why do you keep pressuring me to sign this?What's the reason behind all your efforts for Sage?" I turned to the man next to me. The man I valued, adored, and respected all these years- Liam, my spouse.

Nonetheless, I experienced a strong hit on my face when I asked that question. I grasped my puffed face, astonishment and disbelief flooding me.

Liam hit me! And he didn't appear to feel any regret.

"You fool!" Could you please sign this document now? Your sister is on the stretcher, yet you're not determined to assist her? What if she passes away?" Liam shouted in fury.

He carried the fierce intensity of a wounded creature, his eyes burning with a scheme to attack- the type that only stirred for issues concerning Sage.

I always recognized that he had strong feelings for her and that I was merely a substitute. However, I never imagined he would contemplate taking my life for her.

"Are you unaware that she is requesting my liver?" Not only that, but over fifty percent of the liver lobe?" I replied with a tranquil demeanor.

If I weren't so far along in my pregnancy, maybe donating my liver wouldn't be a huge issue, regardless of Sage's plans.

"And therefore?" Liam sizzled. "Your entire life doesn't measure up to even half of her accomplishments. Sage is the most accomplished woman, collaborating with various clothing brands both inside and outside the Imperial City. Her beauty-an attribute you evidently do not possess, is unmatched by anyone else. He evaluated.

"Since you offer no value, why should donating your liver lobe be a nuisance?"

Irrepressible tears flowed down my frail cheeks. Liam's harsh remarks hit me hard, realizing the sacrifices I had made for him.

Liam Hoods, formerly a miserable man ridiculed by many, whose breath smelled of destitution, had ascended to one of the richest entrepreneurs in the city- entirely due to my assistance.

Who would have thought that a renowned past fashion icon could destroy her life for a man unworthy of her affection? It was deserving of laughter. I became exceedingly self-sacrificing, lowered myself too much to fulfill his wishes.

Moreover, I disregarded the continuous warnings from others, threats from my family, and rejections due to him. When we finally wed, he turned into my nightmare, and it became routine for him to have my stepsister as his mistress.

And if I wished for Sage to survive, I had to donate a part of my liver!

"What are you still thinking? Sign it! Sage's life is in danger here! If anything were to happen to her-" Liam's menacing threats jolted me back from my nostalgia. I averted my gaze, loathing him with all of my being. He was a monster!

"No, I am not going to sign." I held my position.

His tough, calloused hands seized my wrist, pressing the pen into my fingers. I was helpless in the face of his strength. Thus, in just a matter of seconds, my name was printed on the paper- 'Aurora Thatcher.'

Liam breathed out deeply in relief and handed the document to the man beside him. "Hurry! Have a liver surgeon start immediately!"

I was quickly taken into the operating room.

After the surgery, I started to feel lightheaded, and my health deteriorated, resulting in complicated problems.

I felt the urge to scream, yet my voice emerged only as a faint whisper. I experienced a sense of numbness, both emotionally and physically. The room was now vacant and the door to the surgical suite securely closed.

At that moment, the door swung wide, exposing Sage adorned in a stunning showcase of riches - while Liam, my spouse, stood beside her, his eyes shining with sinister delight.

Sage, my stepsister, who ought to have been lying unconscious and close to death on a stretcher, now stood upright, glaring at me in ridicule.

Her eyes glimmered with mischief as she neared the bed, cackling wildly and rendering me completely voiceless!

The realisation that I had been misled, even regarding my health, affected me profoundly. I touched my bulging belly but sensed no sensation. It was now void.

"Don't fret, Aurora. The baby is no longer present, along with your liver! You have no clue how much time I spent planning for this to occur. Ha ha!" She leaned her head and erupted in lively laughter.

I couldn't contain it any longer, yet lacked the strength to get up. My body didn't have the strength to move, so I simply let the tears stream down my cheeks.

"You guessed correctly-Liam and I have been together, and we are going to the marriage registry in three days." She displayed the middle finger of her left hand in my direction, intentionally highlighting a shiny silver ring that adorned it.

A brief moment went by before she lifted her gaze again and replied with a soft nod, "The sedative is clearly working on you."

The next sound I registered was the loud bang of the door, and then my vision faded.

When I finally regained consciousness, I was greeted by a piercing, sharp voice sliced through the fog, yelling my name aggressively.

"Aurora!"

The entire area fell into silence upon hearing that deep, steady, and authoritative male voice. My heart constricted with dread, questioning whether I was about to encounter Liam once more. Although the voice did not resemble his.

As the man tightened his hold on my neck, almost suffocating me, my eyes fluttered open to the bright light that illuminated the whole room. And above was a man who gazed down at me with a frigid and frosty demeanor.

This man's dashing look - one of the finest in the whole Imperial city - stirred a strong feeling within me. How did I end up in his embrace? Did I come back to life?

"Williams Alfonso." I murmured in disbelief.

Hearing his name brought an impish grin to his lips, while his fingers pressed more firmly into my skin, stealing the feeling of security I had anticipated.

"Were you attempting to end your life?"

Williams's deep and captivating voice, which had enchanted numerous women inside and outside the Imperial City, only intensified the fear that coursed through me.

Evidently, he had learned that I had given almost sixty percent of my liver lobes to Sage, who ultimately didn't need them at all.

"It's not my fault... I was forced to give away my liver... I promise it happened without my consent." I cursed, shaking with terror and anger as the recollection of the dreadful event felt like poison in my mouth.

"What do you mean by giving your organ?" Did that ever happen?"

At that moment, Williams relaxed his hold on my neck and stepped away, his expression now clouded by perplexity. Curious if I had overstepped, my gaze moved beyond the expressions of those who quietly observed from the background.

Unexpectedly, their faces had similar expressions-a blend of confusion and concern.

Just as I was about to turn my gaze back to Williams, something strange drew my attention; Leon, Williams's assistant, had no bruises on his head at all.

About four months ago, Leon had experienced a terrible accident that almost claimed his life, leaving an ugly scar on his forehead, near the temple.

The mark remained until the day I was pushed, and ultimately took my final breath at Brookside Hospital.

However, if I were reborn, which year would it be?

I glanced back at Williams and, cautiously, inquired with uncertainty in my mind, "Which year are we in?"

Yet that very question appeared to intensify the confusion in the atmosphere as he gradually rose, dusting off the edges of his pants. However, his eyes stayed fixed on me, as though he were attempting to decipher something in my expression.

He looked back over his shoulders and firmly instructed those behind him, "Find a doctor to start the treatment with a therapist. I believe she has forgotten many things due to the fall." He glanced at me one last time before leaving.

Once the others left, Leon quickly moved ahead and pressed my weight against the wall, then made calls to the supposed doctor and therapist.

Eventually, he turned to me and said firmly, "They'll arrive shortly. What you need to do is calm your nerves. I'm here to support you."

I gently smiled, remembering that he had been among the good people I met in my past life, although his constant loyalty to Williams had deeply frustrated me.

As the silence prolonged, he kept on by inquiring, "Do you have a headache or something? Maybe, a sudden ache?"

I responded with a no, "No, I don't. Where did I fall from?"

Having suffered a brutal murder in the past, I entered this life through a fall that left me with bruises all over. Whose life was more intricate and complicated than my own?

His eyes appeared to contend with something profound inside him as he opened his mouth to talk. "You tumbled down the stairs, Miss. Straight from the beginning." Initially, he showed using his fingers, then pointed out the areas of injury on my body. The blue dress I had worn was stained with droplets of blood.

The revelation seemed different to me, having only recently returned from the other life, so I inhaled deeply and anticipated the doctor's arrival.

A male doctor and a female therapist arrived one after the other roughly ten minutes later.

After he completed the treatments, the therapist and I were guided to two cozy sofas, where a series of questions began.

"I am the therapist assigned to you. I'm Mora Ghar." She remarked, folding her arms across her chest. Could you share yours?"

"Aurora Thatcher." I simply cannot remember what year we are currently in." I said, but she twirled the pen between her slender fingers, her thoughts seeming distant from the conversation.

"I heard you took a tumble. What was the final action you took prior to that event?"

An oppressive silence filled the room, and I was utterly unready for that question.

If I acknowledged the truth, it would worsen things and lead her to believe I had experienced memory loss, which would prolong the therapy session.

"I believe I had just wrapped up a conversation with my stepsister, Sage, before I descended the stairs." I fibbed effortlessly, thankful for Leon's timely disclosure.

She completely reflected my expression and sighed heavily, "Your correct answer doesn't mean you are justified. What is your job and current relationship status?"

My current marital status?

Being at Williams's mansion indicated that I was single and likely courting Liam at the same time. I clearly remember a moment when Williams confined me, as I persisted in my silly indulgence with Liam. Reflecting on it, this event occurred four years prior to my death.

I was working at one of the busiest laundromats, but when Williams started a bakery for me, I behaved ingratitude by rejecting it.

"I'm single right now." I responded with conviction. "As for the job I had, I believe it was at a laundromat," I answered, with assurance.

She offered a small nod, leaned in nearer, and murmured softly, "You ceased working at the laundromat last week, Miss Aurora. Unable to remember? You paused and never explained to anyone why." She reclined in the chair with a face that showed no emotion.

"Does this mean I'm without a job now?" I faltered. What I believed to be true was actually very different from reality.

"Indeed, you are presently a jobless young woman." Her tone was laced with sarcasm, yet I wasn't offended. Rather, a surge of laughter enveloped me, and a multitude of inquiries flooded my thoughts. I was never unemployed in my previous life.

Actually, the instant I liquidated all my valuable assets to transform Liam's business concept into reality, I got employed at a laundromat just two days afterward.

I never visited Williams's home during that time, even though he wanted me to. Instead, I went to see my family only to be kicked out and blamed for various things.

"On a different note, it was merely a leave, not a total halt," she remarked later. "The fall hardly left any marks on your body. I'm curious as to why you have such a weak memory of your past. Nonetheless, we will move this session to two days from now."

She placed the pen and notebook into the bag, and turned to go. But at that moment, I inquired once more.

"What year is it currently?"

Her shoulders slumped as she exhaled a weary sigh. "Because you're insistent, today is the 24th of February, 2015."

Although having a personal therapist seemed entirely different in my rational state, I had to admit it was helpful for me.

The next morning, I awoke to the sound of a mobile phone ringing beside the lamp, and I reached out a hand from the bed.

It was a call from Sage Thatcher. A call which served as a reminder about Liam's housewarming gathering that was scheduled for noon.

A few months following the establishment and launch of The Hood Group, Liam acquired a new home with my efforts. Although it seemed like a happy endeavor at the time, he truly relished the outcomes of my naïveté.

Moments after putting on the new outfit prepared by the eldest housekeeper, Ms. Latrice, and receiving a call to breakfast, I headed there, only to discover Williams already relaxing in the biggest chair at the table.

He focused his gaze on his mobile tablet, using his left hand to serve himself. His shirt was unbuttoned at the first three buttons, and my gaze was naturally drawn to his smooth, toned, and inviting chest.

His deep, luxurious hair, although curly, reflected the lights of the chandeliers. His grey eyes anxiously scanned the screen, seemingly eager to complete his task.

Williams Alfonso was not only a fine man but also the President of the Hold Group of companies, making him one of the most sought-after bachelors in the nation.

His company had been repeatedly recognized as the top firm among its rivals in the nation.

While I reflected on this, I questioned why I had inflicted so much hurt on him while being completely absorbed in Liam, who made me feel useless.

Ultimately, I turned my face away and approached the table, fully aware of the intense gaze on my figure from behind the tablet, as if he could stand up to help me at any moment.

I took a seat three places away from him. While I helped myself, I observed that he had already set the tablet aside and was now completely engaged in his meal, as though he had been awaiting my arrival.

While we dined quietly, I secretly looked at him.

Abruptly, he ceased eating and cleaned his mouth with a napkin. Subsequently, his eyes turned towards me.

"Is there something I need to be aware of, Aurora?" You've been sneaking looks at me since you were on the stairs." He indicated.

I breathed out quickly. "I wasn't aware you were observing me." I responded. At times, his persistent gaze would irritate me, but now, I felt fascinated-I wanted him to observe every action I took.

He let go of the napkin and gripped his tablet tightly. Standing up, he spoke softly, "The therapist believes you've healed."

Leon will take you to the laundromat because you insisted on going back there yesterday. I removed Liam's calls from your phone, please don't shout about it." He softly moves the chair to direct it toward him and places a gentle kiss on my forehead.

"Keep in mind that I will always stand by you in any choices you decide." His warm breath brushed against my earlobe, his cologne permeating the atmosphere. He stood up straight and left.

I took a deep breath and swiftly wrapped things up. As I exited the mansion moments later, I noticed Leon was already there by the entrance, holding a black umbrella.

I slipped into the backseat, prepared to tackle the day ahead with complete enthusiasm. The elegant black vehicle slowly halted in front of a perfectly crafted bungalow, with a name displayed on the awning-'The Last Laundromat.'

I got out of the car, expressed my gratitude to Leon, who seemed surprised, then walked towards the slides.

The slides opened in one accord, granting me entry. I was instantly surrounded by the noise of whirling drums, a clean aroma of detergent, and the view of lengthy lines of washing machines.

On the far left, there is an extensive cashier counter where transactions for each client are processed and managed.

Some employees hovered nearby, monitoring the garments within the machines to guarantee their safety. The employees shot me absurd glances, likely due to my absence for two days prior to coming back.

Beside the cashier's counter was a shut wooden door, which led to the office of our manager, Lawrence Quing.

In a previous life, we knew each other well before my abrupt marriage to Liam Hoods. However, realizing the nature of my unimportant relationship with Liam, he believed it wouldn't result in anything significant.

Nonetheless, he had the surprise of his life when I placed the wedding card invitation carefully on his desk that memorable morning. Until the day I passed away, he hardly looked my way more than twice.

My major responsibility at work involved ironing freshly laundered clothes and organizing them into our personalized bags alongside a few colleagues.

I had almost completed folding six pieces of clothing when the office door slowly opened, showing Lawrence - a tall, attractive young man. One of his striking feature was the youthful look, the innocent expression, dark hair, slender build, and very fair skin.

Being Asian, specifically Chinese, his skin was very striking to observe.

As he started walking toward me, the loud sound of my phone ringing interrupted him, making him halt and furrow his brows. I apologized with a bow and quickly exited through the backdoor to answer the call.

My heart skipped as I noticed the caller ID - Liam Hoods was ringing!

In a confused state, I moved my finger across the screen to the right. Liam's measured, composed, yet critical tone was heard right away.

"I had called you many times, Aurora! Are you avoiding me? Come on, I apologized! I am still saying sorry for some silly mistake." He begged without much enthusiasm; a scolding tone undermined it.