She Woke Up After Eight Years To Find Her Husband Had A New Wife Chapter 10

She Woke Up After Eight Years To Find Her Husband Had A New Wife Chapter 10

Marcus looked at them coldly. 

“I’ve got everything. Every video and post. Every word you shouted in this room.” 

His voice was ice. “Defamation. Incitement. Assault. Any one of those charges is enough to put you away.” 

The group exchanged uneasy glances. 

One by one, they slipped toward the door, shrinking away until they disappeared in a panic. 

Just then, another commotion rose outside. 

A few reporters carrying cameras pushed their way into the 

ward. 

“Which one of you is Miss Hastings?” 

Marcus immediately stepped in front of me again. “You here for the show too? Get in line.” 

The reporters quickly waved their hands. 

“No, we are here to clarify the facts!” 

“The forged divorce agreement and academic fraud involving Lucian have now been fully exposed!” 

I went still. 

“One moment, Miss Hastings,” one reporter continued. 

“Did you know most of the key data for Lucian’s cryonics project was taken from your brother Marcus? It came from his unpublished work eight years ago.” 

I turned sharply to Marcus. 

He gently patted my hand, his voice steady. 

“Back then, I was working on that paper overseas. Sent him at 

draft. Just a draft. Asked for his thoughts.” 

“He took it. Every last page. Published it as his own.” 

“He filed the patents. Built his whole career on my work.” 

“All that talk about freezing you to save your life? You were his 

lab rat.” 

“A free one. A way to test my theory without risking his own 

neck.” 

The world tilted. And then–nothing. 

Just the sound of something inside me breaking. For good. 

So my eight years of sleep had never been a story of devoted waiting at all. It had been a carefully designed experiment. 

The reporter went on, “The divorce agreement was proven to 

be fake.” 

“It was made after your cryo procedure, so it isn’t legally 

valid.” 

“He is now facing a bigamy charge. The institute has suspended him, and the police have started an investigation.” 

The room fell completely silent. 

The reporters tried to ask more questions, but Marcus declined firmly. 

“Isolde needs rest. Any further questions go through my lawyer.” 

And then they were gone. All of them. 

Just the two of us left in that cold, quiet room. 

Marcus sat by my bedside, holding my hand tightly, his eyes red. 

“Isolde… I’m sorry. I came too late.” 

I shook my head, tears falling nonstop. 

So I was not alone. There had always been someone who remembered me. Someone who had fought desperately to protect me. 

“Come on.” Marcus said softly, helping me up. “I’ll take you out of here.” 

He helped me complete the discharge procedures. 

As we walked out of the hospital entrance, a black car suddenly stopped in front of us. 

Lucian rushed out. 

Behind him, Vanessa–her face twisted with rage. And there, half–hidden behind her legs, clutching her skirt–Caleb. 

Lucian looked exhausted. His eyes were bloodshot. There was no trace left of the once confident and brilliant professor. 

He rushed toward me, but Marcus blocked him immediately. 

“Isolde!” 

“Back off.” Marcus said coldly. 

Lucian’s voice broke. “Isolde, I was wrong. Please, let me go.” 

“They’re going to fire me. The police–they’re building a 

case.” 

“I’ll lose everything. My career. My reputation.” 

“Please, for the sake of Caleb, forgive me this once.” 

“Caleb’s yours. Your flesh and blood. Your son.” he said, his eyes full of pleading. 

Caleb lifted his head sharply at those words and stared at me, 

shocked and confused. 

“What… What did you just say, daddy?” 

I looked at him. That young face. Those eyes exactly like 

Lucian’s. 

I had imagined countless times what it would be like when he 

called me “Mom.” 

I had imagined holding his hand and taking him to school. 

But now, I only felt exhaustion.