Chapter 5
Zara Pov
Later that evening, I went to the Skye Hotel, and I was directed to the VVIP. Sylvester was already seated, waiting for me.
A good sign.
I sat across from my husband. Drinks were already placed on the table, and I immediately began wondering how I would reject them without raising suspicion about my pregnancy.
This is where we had our first date, and memories of that night still remain fresh in my head.
Back then Sylvester was so gentle and attentive.
Sylvester reached across the table and took my hands in his. Not barely brushing them, but he was actually holding me for the first time since Aurora arrived.
“There's something I want to explain about what happened earlier at the hospital—”
Before he could finish, the glass door opened.
His assistant, Steve, came rushing in.
He went to his side and whispered something into his ear. The room was quiet, so I heard him talking about Aurora being injured, and instantly, my husband's countenance changed.
I let out a slow breath.
At least now I wouldn’t have to drink the alcohol anymore.
“What?” Sylvester shot to his feet. His legs hit the table, and the drinks on it fell to the floor.
Glasses were scattered all over the floor.
He didn't care to look back; he was already at the door.
Watching his back, for the first time, I wondered—if I called out to him, would he turn around?
Would he leave Aurora behind, just once, for me?
“Wait…” I tried to reach him, but stepped on broken glass. The sharp glass sliced into my foot.
Pain shot up my leg, and my balance slipped on the spilled drink.
I crashed on the floor.
“Ah—!” A cry escaped my throat.
The world tilted around me.
Sylvester paused at the doorway, looking between Steve and me.
I imagined he would come over and hold me—at least take me to the hospital first.
However, after seconds of calculation, he finally said to his assistant.
“Take her to the hospital.”
My vision blurred as I watched Sylvester running down the stairs.
I hear fragments of conversations.
“Give her first aid. I will be there soon.”
Then silence followed.
“Are you okay?” Steve rushed beside me.
I tried to keep my eyes open, but the darkness swallowed me whole.
*******
First, the faint scent of the hospital smell hit my nostril, then it came sharper and stronger, my eyes fluttered open.
I saw the doctor talking to Steve. Panicked shot through me. He shouldn't find out about the pregnancy.
“Good thing you brought her early,” the doctor said. “Her condition could have…”
My throat dried. This is not good.
The ringing of Steve's phone distracted the doctor from speaking further.
“Excuse me,” he picked up the call.
I knew he was talking with Sylvester. I couldn’t hear the other side of the call, but Steve nodded several times.
“Yes, sir. I’m on my way, sir.”
He placed the King's Black Master Card on the doctor's desk.
“Discharge her once the treatment is complete.”
"Yes, sir..." The doctor's voice trembled.
Without giving me a glance, he dashed out of the room.
I made a low sound as I sat upright on the bed.
“You’re awake,” the doctor said, turning to me.
She paused, studying my face more carefully.
Then her eyes flickered toward the card Steve had left behind.
“You were brought here personally by Sylvester's assistant,” she said slowly. “That’s not something that happens to someone ordinary.”
My fingers tightened around the bedsheet.
“You must be someone important.”
I forced a calm expression.
“I’m not his wife,” I said quietly. “Nor do I know Sylvester.”
The doctor raised an eyebrow.
“Then who are you?”
I lowered my gaze.
“Just someone who doesn’t want unnecessary attention.”
The doctor remained silent for a moment.
Then she checked the report again.
“The baby is healthy,” she said finally. “And your injuries are minor. But given your condition, you should stay here for twenty-four hours.”
Relief and fear mixed in my chest.
“When is Mr Steve coming back so I can inform him about your condition..."
Before she could say anything else, I spoke quickly.
“Doctor… please.”
She looked up.
“Don’t tell anyone about the pregnancy.”
Her brows furrowed slightly.
“You realize that Mr Steve who brought you here will likely ask about your condition.”
“I’ll handle that myself,” I said.
For a moment, she hesitated.
Then she nodded slowly.
“…Very well.”
*******
The following day, I was discharged.
As I walked through the hospital corridor, hushed whispers drifted through the curtains.
“I swear, I’ve been smelling love in the air ever since Mr Sylvester arrived with his fiancée,” one nurse whispered.
“They've turned room 360 into a romantic world with roses and romantic letters everywhere.” Another answered her.
“Mr Sylvester hasn't left her side since yesterday. Did you see how he carried her into the hospital? I thought I was watching an opera.”
I could imagine some of them wishing to be Aurora.
“Ten years of being together,” one nurse sighed. “And he still treats her like a princess.”
Their words cut deeper than a knife.
While I was dying at the hospital, my husband was playing a devoted lover with Aurora.
“I heard Aurora is carrying his heir. He hired all the best doctors in the city to attend to her when he brought her.”
I sighed. Feeling a hard pang in my chest. No one will remember me, not even as Sylvester's secret wife.
While I remained as Sylvester's secret wife, he was flaunting Aurora to the world.
Immediately I left the hospital, I went straight to the court to pick up the divorce paper.
I'll be leaving Montclair City tomorrow.
I had set the divorce email to be sent to Sylvester three days after I must have left the city.
Sylvester will turn the world upside-down in search of me, but he won't find me, not even my shadow.
Today ends my three-year journey with Sylvester.
DIVORCED.
The word stared back at me from the paper.
Three years of loving Sylvester King ended with a single stamp.
Three years of being his secret wife.
Three years of loving him.
I folded the document carefully.
Tomorrow, I will leave Montclair City.
And this time, I wouldn't look back.