She had slept with Aaron. And now, she was carrying his child. I stared at her-gloating, gleaming with victory-and spoke each word with a calm, deliberate chill. "You think being the other woman is something to be proud of? Everyone in this city knows I'm Aaron's legal wife. If I go public with the truth-that you're the one who destroyed my marriage-" I leaned forward, eyes locked on hers. "What do you think will happen to you and your precious Aaron? You'll be swarmed like rats in the street. And no one will pity you." Her smile froze. Her eyes narrowed with fury and panic. "You wouldn't dare! Aaron will be furious if you do!" I smiled sweetly. "Try me." She shot me one last hateful glare, then turned and left, fuming. Barely a moment later, she ran into Aaron just outside the door. Her face crumpled like a fragile flower in the rain. "Aaron," she sniffled, her voice trembling, "I'm so upset… The doctor said that herb would really help my recovery. I was just curious, wanted to see if it worked the way people say… But that woman wouldn't even let me look. Then she yelled at me and threw me out…" Tears streamed down her face. "I mean, fine, don't give it to me, but why humiliate me like that?" Aaron's face darkened instantly. "Who would dare treat you like that? I'll handle it." He grabbed her hand and stormed back toward my hospital room. "That stupid herb-how much could it possibly be worth? Name your price, I'll double it. You'd better apologize to my woman." Then the door burst open. Aaron stepped in, arm still wrapped protectively around Grace. And there I was, sitting on the hospital bed, quietly cooperating with the nurse as she cleaned the wounds on my body. Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!