Regaining consciousness in the intensive care unit, the wealthy man overheard his wife’s conversation on the phone…

Not even Dr. Merritt should know, so that no one knows anything, the businessman pleaded, hopefully looking into her eyes. Erica nodded and began to prepare everything necessary for the breakout, taking with her medicines for emergencies and borrowing a walking stick from one of the clinic’s patients. Meanwhile, James lay on the bed, gathering strength for the plan he had been considering for several days.

Remembering Emma in his thoughts, the businessman couldn’t hold back his tears. God, she was right all along. She spelled it out so clearly and I, the fool, didn’t believe her.

Now I’m paying for my carelessness. Yes, grace is also quite something. She got herself a lover and set her sights on my assets.

Well, I’ll settle the score with her, that’s for sure, although not with the same barbaric methods she employs, the businessman thought with despair, closing his eyes and pretending to be a man who had fallen into a coma. Time stretched like rubber and when Erica finally appeared in the ward with a set of clean clothes, James realised there was no turning back. Here, get dressed.

These are my ex-husband’s things. We’ve been divorced for a long time, but he never bothered to take them. I think they’ll fit you, Erica explained with a smile.

James changed as quickly as he could, staggering under the weight of exhaustion and followed the nurse. The injuries from the accident were definitely taking their toll, forcing James to stop every 300 feet to catch his breath. It’s worth mentioning Erica’s understanding of his weakness.

She did her best to support him, minimising his time spent outside. Additionally, she hired a private driver who didn’t rush and didn’t ask unnecessary questions. When faced with a weary client with a wooden stick in his hands, arriving at his home, James felt overwhelming anxiety, the drumbeat pounding in his ears.

Erica looked at him with concern, but it was too late to turn back. Now James was simply obligated to finish what he had started. Only then would their efforts be justified and no one would doubt their correctness and appropriateness.

Stepping out of the car, he shivered in the cold wind and approached the door. He had his keys since they were with him, along with his wallet and smartphone at the time of the accident. Inserting the key into the lock, James tried to turn it, realising it clearly didn’t fit.

Did Grace change them? She adapted to the new reality quickly, I must say. James whispered, putting the useless key back in his pocket and pressing the doorbell. Instantly, a cheerful trill of a familiar melody filled the air.

Erica stood a little aside, patiently awaiting the outcome. Soon, footsteps echoed from the depths of the house and the door swung open, revealing the sturdy figure of James’s wife’s lover, in James’s own bathrobe. This bathrobe had been a birthday gift from James’s late mother and this jerk wore it without a shred of conscience.

Stunned by such audacity, the businessman froze in place, challenging the lover with his gaze. Who’s there, darling? Not the utilities again, I hope. But I’ve paid everything in advance for a month so we could relax at the resort…