Lucius's voice dripped with raw bitterness, his frame visibly thinner than the last time she saw him. "Have you been sleeping with him this whole time?"
"When have I ever been with Mr. Hayden?" Madeline snapped, her brow furrowing. "Lucius, Liliana is in the middle of emergency surgery. Instead of worrying about her or the life of your unborn child, you're here pointing fingers at me. Is this some kind of sick joke to you?"
Furious, Lucius assumed she was just using Liliana to deflect. He completely ignored her explicit denial about Silas.
Instead, he doubled down on his delusion. "Did you really think signing those papers meant you could bury the fact that you cheated on me? What, is he better in bed than I am? Is this why you constantly refused to give me a child? Because you were already stringing him along?"
It dawned on Madeline that Lucius had absolutely no idea the blood-stained divorce papers were legally useless anyway.
But her patience finally snapped. She violently wrenched her arm out of his grip, raised her hand, and slapped him hard across the face.
"You bastard!" she screamed. "The one who cheated in this marriage was you, Lucius!"
Lucius licked the corner of his mouth, his pitch-black eyes swirling with toxic hatred. "Dare to look me in the eye and say you didn't crawl into Silas's bed? That's why you're at the maternity ward right now!"
He was completely unhinged, convinced he had caught Silas bringing Madeline in for a pregnancy test.
His mind was exploding with rage and paranoia. He reasoned that her months of refusing intimacy and her pressuring Arthur Whitman to expedite the divorce were just desperate attempts to cover up a pregnancy.
He believed she couldn't wait to legitimize her relationship with Silas, making him feel like he had been made a complete fool of.
Madeline fought back tears of sheer frustration. In the middle of a public hospital corridor, her ex-husband was weaponizing his status to ruthlessly and baselessly destroy her reputation.
Suppressing her fury, she let out an icy laugh. "Even if I remarry, even if it's my second marriage, it has absolutely nothing to do with you. You are the absolute last person on this earth with the right to lecture anyone about fidelity. My life is none of your business anymore."
He had always loathed Alastair Whitman for his unfaithfulness, so why had he ultimately become the exact kind of man he despised the most?
Silas kept his tone measured and authoritative. "You got the woman you wanted, and you salvaged your career. You should be cherishing that. Stop harassing Madeline. You're only going to hurt more people."
"The woman I wanted?"
Lucius muttered the words, his mind clouded. Was Liliana truly the woman he loved most?
He genuinely didn't know anymore.
At that exact moment, the heavy doors of the operating room swung open. A doctor stepped out into the hallway and called out, "Is the family of Liliana Lansbury here?"

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