I Said “I Do”… Then Woke Up at My Divorce Chapter 13

I Said “I Do”… Then Woke Up at My Divorce Chapter 13

Snow was falling when Vivian reached the private trauma clinic in Switzerland.

The clinic treated both serious injuries and deep emotional trauma.

Tall pine trees surrounded the buildings.

Thick snow covered the ground.

Vivian sat in a wheelchair with a heavy blanket around her.

Her face was almost as pale as the snow.

The people sent by Mr. Ashford Sr. spoke to the clinic director.

“Ms. Mercer will stay here.”

“Her wounds are not fully healed.”

“Her mental state is also unstable.”

“Please watch her carefully.”

The director nodded.

Vivian did not seem to hear them.

She stared through the window.

The clinic was quiet.

There were no cold halls from the Ashford estate.

No crying from Lily.

No Grayson looking down at her.

But the quieter the room became, the louder the voices in Vivian’s head grew.

She heard wedding guests laughing.

Someone opened a door and shouted, “The groom is here.”

Then she heard the cold voice from the courtroom.

“Regarding your divorce case against Mr. Ashford…”

She heard people screaming as her father fell from the roof.

Then she heard a doctor say, “I’m sorry. We did everything we could.”

Vivian covered her ears.

“Stop talking

A nurse knelt beside her.

“Ms. Mercer, you’re safe.”

Safe?

Vivian looked at her.

She no longer knew who she was.

Was she the Vivian who had just been wearing a wedding dress?

Or was she the Vivian who had spent ten years trapped in the Ashford family?

Only one moment had passed for her.

But when she opened her eyes, Grayson had betrayed her.

Her father was dead.

Her mother was dead.

Mrs. Warren was dead.

It felt as if she had fallen asleep and lost everyone before waking.

For the first few days, Vivian refused most food.

When nurses brought medicine, she shook.

“Is there something inside it?”

“Did Grayson send you?”

“I won’t take it.”

“I’m not going back.”

The nurses told her again and again.

“This is not the Ashford estate.”

“Grayson cannot reach you here.”

But the moment she heard his name, she lost control.

One night, a storm struck the clinic.

Wind hit the windows.

Vivian woke from a nightmare and ran barefoot into the hall.

Her wounds had not healed.

Blood began to soak through the bandages on her back and legs.

The nurses found her pressed against the wall.

Her eyes were wild with fear.

“Don’t hit me.”

“I didn’t push Lily.”

“I didn’t.”

A nurse tried to move closer.

Vivian pushed her away.

“Don’t touch me.”

“Is Grayson here?”

“I already got divorced.”

“Don’t take me back.”

Her fever reached one hundred and four degrees that night.

When the doctor treated her, he found that the whip wounds had opened again.

Burns, dog bites, and lash marks covered her body.

But the wounds inside her mind were worse.

While half awake, she called for her parents.

Sometimes she called for Mrs. Warren.

Often, she opened her eyes and asked one question.

“What year is it?”

“2026,” the nurse would answer.

Vivian would become quiet.

Then tears would fall.

“But I just got married’

“My parents were sitting there.”

“Grayson said he would love only me.”

“How can everything be gone?”

No one could answer.

Three months later, Vivian began to improve.

Her wounds started to close.

She no longer fought the medicine.

On warm days, the nurses took her into the garden.

One afternoon, Vivian decided to walk alone.

She followed a stone path near the greenhouse.

A man stood beside a shelf of flowers.

His back faced her.

He was fixing the plants.

Vivian stopped.

The man seemed to feel someone watching.

He turned.

The moment Vivian saw his face, the world went cold.

Grayson Ashford.

It was Grayson.