The Secret In The Hospital Room

Synopsis

The harsh white light in the hospital room glared down at Caroline Fuller, making her squint as she forced her eyes open. The sharp smell of disinfectant assaulted her senses, almost suffocating her. A prickling pain spread across the back of her left hand, the misplaced IV needle pressing coldly beneath her skin. She tried to move her fingers, and a ragged moan escaped her dry, cracked lips. "You're awake," A deep, icy voice came from the shadows, not a trace of surprise, cold and dull, like a rusty knife. Caroline turned her head and saw Darian Cooper sitting in the shadows by the window. He wore a perfectly tailored dark gray suit, his back straight, an unlit cigarette between his fingers. He exuded an icy aura that made him seem unapproachable. "Darian," Caroline's voice was hoarse as she tried to sit up. The moment the car crashed, all she could think about was that she hadn't called Darian. It was their third wedding anniversary. She'd cooked his favorite dishes and waited for him all night, but what she got was news that he was out drinking at a bar with Bonnie Burke, that socialite, until dawn. Darian didn't bother to help her up. Instead, he pulled a few thin sheets of paper from his briefcase and casually tossed them onto the overbed table in front of her. The sound of the papers sliding across the table was especially harsh in the quiet hospital room. "Sign it," Darian said, his gaze finally settling on her face, devoid of any warmth. Caroline lowered her head, her eyes falling on the bold, black title: [Divorce Papers.] It felt like someone had punched her right in the chest, the pain spreading all over her body. She let out a bitter smile, her fingers trembling as they brushed over the papers. "I just woke up, and you're already in such a rush?" "Caroline, the Fuller family already got 100 million from the Cooper Group. There's nothing left to squeeze out of this marriage," Darian said, standing up and walking over to the bed. He leaned down, his long fingers gripping her chin, forcing her to look at him. "Aren't you sick of pretending to be the perfect wife for three years?" Caroline was forced to tilt her head back, swallowing the tears that threatened to spill. She stared at the face she'd loved for three years, the same face she'd waited for night after night. But now, it felt like she was looking at a stranger. "So in your eyes, I've been acting this whole time," she murmured, her voice barely a whisper.