She Woke Up After Eight Years To Find Her Husband Had A New Wife Chapter 08

She Woke Up After Eight Years To Find Her Husband Had A New Wife Chapter 08

I let myself be guided back to the bed. Moved when she moved 

1. me. Lay there, eyes open, staring at nothing. 

Over and over, my mind replayed it. Those small fists. That 

voice. 

“I wish you would just die!” 

That was my son. The one I’d nearly died to bring into this 

world. 

The nurse poured me a cup of warm water and kept talking, but I didn’t hear a single word. 

Time blurred. At some point, the door opened again. 

Vanessa stood at the entrance with a dark expression. “Mr. 

Carter has left.” 

She walked in. “The whole thing was supposed to be about Lucian’s achievement. A feel–good story for the press.” 

“And you you ruined it. All of it.” 

I sat up and looked at her. 

She suppressed her anger. “Now tell me. What exactly is your relationship with Lucian?” 

I looked into her eyes. There was suspicion, vigilance, and a trace of fear she couldn’t hide. 

She was afraid. 

Afraid that I, someone who had suddenly appeared, would shatter eight years of her stable and happy life. 

I let my voice turn cold. Taunting, almost. “Ask him. Whatever 

he told you that’s what it is.” 

Vanessa’s expression turned even colder. 

“He told me you two were already divorced. Before the freezing.” 

The words hit like a physical blow. “What?” 

“Don’t play dumb.” She let out a cold laugh. 

“He told me everything. How you two kept it secret.” 

“How after the diagnosis, you were the one who wanted out- didn’t want to be a burden, you said.” 

“He felt sorry for you, so he helped you get into that cryo 

program.” 

“And now? Now you wake up and suddenly you can’t let go.” 

“Lucian really said that?” My voice trembled. 

Vanessa stood up and looked down at me from above. 

“So let me ask you. Who do you think I’m going to believe?” 

“Some stranger who crawled out of a freezer? Or the man I’ve shared a bed with for eight years?” 

She took out her phone and showed me a photo. 

It was a divorce paper. There they were our names. Lucian 

Blake. Isolde Hastings. 

[Both parties agree to dissolve the marriage voluntarily.] 

The signature date was one month before I entered the cryo 

chamber. 

Everything stopped. A roaring silence. 

And then the pieces started falling into place. 

He’d planned it all. Every last detail. From the very beginning. 

During the eight years I was asleep, he not only married someone else, but also forged a divorce paper to erase me completely from his life. 

“I never signed it,” I heard myself say. “This document’s 

fake.” 

“Fake?” Vanessa sneered. “Do you think a court would believe you? What proof do you have that you didn’t sign it?” 

I had none. I had been frozen for eight years. 

I came to with nothing. My ID card had even expired. 

What could I possibly use to prove anything? 

Vanessa’s voice dropped, cold and final. “I’m going to say this once. So listen carefully.” 

“Stay here. Keep your head down. Recover.” 

“And when you’re well enough, you leave. Go anywhere. I 

don’t care where.” 

“But you stay away from my family. You stay away from 

Lucian.” 

“If you’re not smart about this? I can make your life very 

difficult.” 

“I can make sure there’s no place for you in this city.” 

I studied her face–so polished, so sure of herself. The threat 

was written all over it. 

And then I spoke, “Caleb hit me today and told me to go die.” 

“He’s only eight. Do you really think he came up with those words on his own?” 

Vanessa’s expression changed instantly. 

“That’s my son. Protecting his mother.” 

“He knows trash when he sees it, and he knows where it belongs–out.” 

“What, do you have a problem with that?” 

“No.” I said calmly, shaking my head. 

“No problem at all. I just thought you should know–Caleb is mine. I gave birth to him.” 

Vanessa froze for a moment, then burst into laughter, bending 

forward. 

“Caleb? Yours?” she said between laughs. “Isolde, have you lost your mind?” 

“I raised that child myself.” 

“From weaning him off milk to kindergarten, from learning to speak to learning to write. Every single step, I was there.” 

“And now you are suddenly claiming he is yours?”