Seraphina went silent.
She mechanically chewed her food, though it tasted like ash in her mouth.
Honestly, she had suspected as much the moment the attack happened.
Pierce hadn't gone missing; he simply didn't want to see her anymore.
He continued running his corporation, taking it to unprecedented heights. In just three short years, he had expanded his empire tenfold, transforming into a ruthless, untouchable titan in the city.
Ironically, she only ever learned about his successes through the enemies he had made along the way.
At first, the retaliation had been petty—splashing paint on the house or shattering windows in the dead of night to scare her.
Then, it escalated to death threats.
Until finally, that group of thugs snatched her off the street, drove a knife into her stomach, and threw her into a cesspool in the middle of nowhere.
She spoke quietly. "Pierce's aggressive takeovers probably cut off a lot of people's revenue streams."
Silas's brow furrowed deeply. "They couldn't get to him, so they came after you?"
Who told her to hold onto the title of Mrs. Prescott?
Who told her to stubbornly live in the marital home he bought, refusing to leave?
She used to think there was just some massive misunderstanding between them. She wanted to stay, to wait for him to come home so they could talk it out.
But instead of her husband, all she got were his enemies, wave after terrifying wave.
Silas added a piece of roasted vegetable to her plate, his voice heavy. "I heard Pierce brought another woman back with him?"
Seraphina looked up. "You heard about that too?"
Silas gave a sarcastic laugh. "A twenty-eight-year-old Chief Resident? The entire medical community is dying to know if she's some medical prodigy descended from the heavens."
Seraphina just smiled, opting not to comment.


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