To Save, or Not to Save

Teresa was taken aback for a second before she snapped, "Are you divorcing me because I didn't save you first?

"Like I said, I didn't see you. Keaton was badly injured too. If I hadn't rushed him to the hospital, he would have ended up with a scar on his forehead."

So, a scar on Keaton's forehead was way more important than my life.

Looking back, I should have known. Even though he had no relevant background, she still insisted on giving him a position in the company. She didn't just see him as a junior.

I couldn't be bothered to argue with her anymore, so I turned my head to the side. "My lawyer will send over the divorce papers."

The door to the room flew open, and Keaton rushed over to me with guilt written all over his face. "This isn't her fault, Mr. Stroud. It's my fault for getting injured in a spot that caught her eye.

"I shouldn't have made you drive on the highway that day just because I had a stomachache. If I had known this would happen, I would have taken sick leave. She wouldn't have had to deal with any of this."

With a worried look, Teresa stood in front of him. "This is between me and Lucien. It has nothing to do with you, so stop blaming yourself."

I fixed my cold gaze on Keaton, who stood behind Teresa with his head down. "You sabotaged the airbag and made me drive by pretending you had a stomachache. That's attempted murder. Do you think I'm just going to let that slide?"

His expression changed, but he quickly regained his composure. "It was Teresa's car, Mr. Stroud. I had no idea there was an issue with the airbag."

With a startled look, she glanced at him. Then, she walked over and tried to take my hand, but I pulled away.

Her brows were knitted together as she stared at me, her tone softening for once. "It was just an accident. I'll admit it was my fault, so can't we just leave it at that? You're doing fine, so stop being so worked up."

How was I doing fine? I barely survived, and that was considered fine? Meanwhile, Keaton got a scratch on his forehead, and it was treated like some huge deal.

I coldly stared at Teresa and firmly stated, "We're getting divorced. I will also get to the bottom of whether Keaton tried to kill me. I made it out alive, so whoever wanted me dead won't be getting away with it."

She snorted. "I know exactly what is on your mind, Lucien. You think something is going on between me and Keaton, and that's why you're making such a huge deal out of this.

"Don't you want the truth? I have an affair with him. You ditched me on our wedding night for work, and he was the one who stayed with me that night.

"Divorce me all you want, but you're walking away with nothing. Otherwise, don't even think about it."

While looking at Teresa's face twisted in anger, I felt like my chest was being crushed, and I could barely breathe.

On our wedding night, I was out drinking for the company and wound up in the hospital with a bleeding stomach. I called her over and over, but she never picked up. I never thought she had been spending the night with Keaton.

I felt blood rise in my throat, and I spat it right at her. "Get out."

Her expression changed slightly, her eyes showing a trace of worry. "You should really reconsider the divorce. It won't end well for either of us."

I clenched my hands into fists as I watched her leave. Just then, my phone rang out of nowhere.

I opened the message. It was last month's stomach cancer screening results. I stared at the screen for a long time and flashed a wry smile when I saw the words "late-stage cancer".