He Married the Woman Who Tried to Kill Me

A month before our wedding, a brutal hitandrun on my way home from a party left me in a vegetative state.

The moment I finally opened my eyes, the first thing I heard was that my husband was marrying someone else.

Outside my hospital room door, my fiancé's best friend was questioning him. "Now that Serena is awake, what are you going to do?

Are you still going through with the wedding?" "You're marrying the exact woman who almost killed her, Ethan.

Aren't you afraid she'll hate you forever once she finds out?" My fiancé defended himself without hesitation. "Chloe didn't do it on purpose.

She's lived in pure agony and guilt these past two years. She's been praying for Serena every single day." "I hated her at first, too.

But over time, I was touched by her kindness." "As for Serena... yes, I'm marrying Chloe, but Serena and I legally registered our marriage before her accident.

I didn't divorce her while she was comatose. I've done more than enough for her. She won't blame me." I said nothing.

I simply reached for my old phone, which had been silent for two years, and dialed a number. On the day of the wedding, countless helicopters circled the sky above the venue.

The guests all gasped, thinking it was a grand gesture prepared by the groom. Only I curled my lips into a cold smile.

If you dare to run over the daughter of a New York Mafia boss, you'd better be prepared for a fate worse than death.

My hands clenched into tight fists under the bedsheets as the conversation outside continued to drift into my room. "Even if Serena doesn't blame you, do you really think her family will let this slide?" "The Vance family runs the New York underworld, Ethan.

If they find out you married another woman behind her back, they will bury you alive." It was Tyler Brooks speaking, Ethan's childhood friend.

His voice was laced with genuine panic. But Ethan didn't seem to care at all. "Don't worry about them. The Vance family went through a massive internal power struggle two years ago.

That's why they haven't even come to see Serena once. They're probably too busy trying to survive to care about her." Tyler sighed, still deeply unsettled. "So, what's your plan?

Are you going to divorce Serena?" There was a long pause before Ethan finally answered. "Serena just woke up, and her health is fragile. Her family can't look after her right now.

Who else is going to take care of her if she leaves me?" "As for the divorce... if Chloe doesn't mind, I'll just buy Serena a separate house nearby.

It's the least I can do to give her a home." My body trembled. A wave of whitehot rage washed over me, making my head spin. Suddenly, I heard footsteps approaching the door.

I quickly shut my eyes and pretended to be asleep. A moment later, someone walked up to my bedside. As I felt a warm breath draw close to my face, I snapped my eyes open.

Ethan froze in surprise, but his face quickly melted into a mask of tender worry. "Serena! You're finally awake!

God, I was so scared you'd slip away again!" My hands gripped the sheets tightly. If I hadn't just overheard his conversation, I might have actually believed this pathetic act.

I forced a faint smile and asked casually, "I forgot to ask earlier... what happened to the driver who hit me?" Ethan's hand, which was holding mine, stiffened.

A flash of panic crossed his features. "The driver was arrested and sentenced to life in prison." He couldn't even look me in the eye when he said it.

A cold sneer echoed in my mind. I pressed on, "Don't I need to go identify him? I saw the driver's face right before the crash." Ethan snapped his head up, looking at me in shock.

But he quickly recovered his gentle demeanor. "Serena, you've been asleep for two whole years. Your memory might not be reliable." "Don't stress yourself over this right now.

You need to rest and recover first.

We can talk about it when you're fully healed." "I'll go find the doctor to check on you." With that, Ethan hurriedly stood up and walked out, his steps noticeably rushed.

I gritted my teeth and pulled my phone out from the bedside drawer. Luckily, once plugged in, it booted up. I immediately called my older brother, who was currently in Chicago.

The call rang for a long time before a familiar, beloved voice finally answered. Tears welled up in my eyes. "Serena? Aren't you busy taking care of the baby?

How do you finally have time to call your brother?" My heart squeezed. "What baby?" "My nephew, of course!

Didn't you give birth to a healthy baby boy a year ago?" "Ethan sent me the photos.

Our family was dealing with a massive crisis, so Dad and I couldn't make it back to New York to see you.

I'm so sorry, Serena." My brother's words felt like a physical blow to my chest. A yearold baby?

That meant Ethan had gotten that woman pregnant shortly after I fell into a coma. "Serena? Are you there? Why aren't you speaking?" "Did something happen?

I'm coming back to New York right now!" I took a deep breath, forcing my voice to remain steady. "No need, Leo. But I need you to do something for me."

The next day, I was scrolling through my phone when a headline caught my eye: Ethan Sterling, Heir to the Sterling Group, Set to Wed in a Lavish Ceremony.

The article featured a photo. A beautiful young woman was smiling radiantly as Ethan knelt before her, sliding a massive ring onto her finger.

The report highlighted the ring's centerpiece—a flawless, ultrarare red diamond, valued at over fifteen million dollars.

The proposal had taken place at the Plaza, the city's most expensive hotel, decorated with tens of thousands of fresh roses. Memories flashed in my mind.

Once, a man had knelt before me, too. He had said: "Serena, I promise to cherish you forever.

In sickness and in health, in poverty and in wealth, I will never leave your side." Now, after only two years in a coma, those promises had become a pathetic joke.

Looking at the extravagant ring in the photo, I felt nothing but disgust. When Ethan proposed to me, he had wrapped a simple piece of string around my finger on a whim.

Yet, his proposal to Chloe was grand and meticulously planned. True love and mere convenience are very easy to tell apart.

I laughed mockingly at myself and was about to close the tab when a pendant around Chloe's neck caught my attention. I zoomed in on the photo.

Engraved on the gold pendant was a soaring eagle—the exclusive crest of the Vance family bloodline. There were only two such crests in the entire world.

One belonged to my brother, and the other had been lent by me to Ethan.

It was because of this very crest that Ethan had secured the backing of the Vance family, allowing him to defeat his rivals and secure his position as the heir to the Sterling empire.

And now, he had gifted that sacred crest to Chloe.

The world seemed to spin, and a sharp pain stabbed through my chest. Without hesitating, I discharged myself and headed straight for the Vance family's New York headquarters.

The family crest only responded to the true bloodline. Even if Chloe held the physical pendant, she couldn't command our forces without my explicit permission.

But to my utter shock, when I arrived, not a single soul at the headquarters recognized me. Even the manager had been replaced.

The guards at the gate shoved me roughly onto the pavement. "Get lost, beggar!

Do you even know whose territory this is?" Ignoring the scrape on my knees, I grabbed one of the guards by his collar and demanded, "Where is Albert?

Where is the old manager?" The guard laughed sneeringly and pushed me away again. "That old bastard offended the young mistress.

He was stripped of his rank and sent to rot at some dirty dock on the West Coast long ago." A bitter chill seeped into my bones, making it hard to breathe.

Albert had raised me since I was a child. He was practically my second father. And while I was asleep, they had ruined him.

Gritting my teeth, I hailed a cab and drove straight to the Sterling estate in Long Island. Fortunately, the security system still had my fingerprints registered.

I slipped inside quietly, avoiding the staff. As I passed the living room, I saw a baby boy, about a year old, sitting in a high chair.

I glanced at the nanny busy in the kitchen, a cold light flashing in my eyes.

When I returned to the hospital, I collapsed onto the bed, completely exhausted, my palms covered in cold sweat.

Before I could even catch my breath, Ethan burst into the room, his eyes wild with fury. "Where is Tommy? What did you do to my son?" "Who is Tommy?" I blinked, playing dumb.

Ethan's face twisted in pure rage, as if he wanted to strangle me right then and there. "Serena, stop playing games! I checked the security logs at the estate.

Your fingerprints were used to enter the house today!" "You took Tommy.

I know it." "I'm warning you, if you touch a single hair on his head—" His threat was interrupted by his phone ringing.

Ethan answered it, and the anger on his face instantly vanished. I could faintly hear the voice on the other end saying the baby had been found hiding under a sofa.

Once he hung up, I asked quietly, "So, who is Tommy?" Ethan's expression turned incredibly awkward. "No one. Did you go to the estate today?" I shrugged. "Yeah.

I missed you, so I went to look for you.

But you weren't there, so I came back." Ethan stared at me suspiciously for a long moment before letting out a soft laugh. "Next time you miss me, just call.

The house is a mess right now with all the wedding preparations and relatives visiting." "Tommy is my cousin's son.

He almost got lost today, so please don't go wandering around the estate for now." I nodded obediently. As soon as Ethan left, I pulled a folded piece of paper from my pocket.

It was a copy of the late Elder Mr. Sterling's will, which had been hidden in a secret compartment of his study.

Ethan would never guess that I was in the room when his grandfather drafted this will.

And the true successor named in the document was Ethan's estranged younger uncle, Julian Sterling. Back then, out of my foolish love for Ethan, I had helped him hide this will.

Perhaps my current suffering was just karma for that betrayal. My phone buzzed. It was a text from my brother: I found Julian Sterling.

The next day, Ethan came to take me home from the hospital. He drove me to a small, isolated twostory villa in the suburbs.

There were no neighbors nearby; it was clearly a hastily bought property.

I turned to him. "Why aren't we going back to the main estate?" A flicker of guilt crossed Ethan's face, but he quickly smiled. "The main mansion is too big, Serena.

Living there alone made me miss you too much. This place is cozy and perfect for us." I sneered inwardly. Cozy indeed.

The grand Sterling estate in Long Island was big enough to house Chloe, but apparently too small to fit me.

Instead of arguing, I suddenly grabbed Ethan by his collar, forcing him to look me in the eye. "Where is Albert?" Ethan's pupils contracted, and I could hear his heartbeat quicken.

After a tense silence, he gently took my hands off his collar and gave me a reassuring smile. "You're still as fiery as ever.

I guess that's why I love you so much." "Albert was devastated when you had the accident.

He's getting old, and I was worried his health would fail under the stress, so I sent him back to his hometown in Florida to retire." "I know he's like a father to you, so I gave him a very generous pension.

He's living comfortably. Once you're fully recovered, I'll take you to visit him, okay?" His eyes were filled with nothing but tenderness.

I let go of him and turned away, my expression freezing into pure ice. "Serena, you must be bored.

Why don't I take you shopping to get some new clothes?" Ethan suggested, clearly trying to steer the conversation away from Albert. I nodded. That was fine.

It saved me from having to resist the urge to kill him right then and there. At the luxury boutique, Ethan began picking out outfits for me with practiced ease.

I looked at the pastel, ruffled dresses he chose and frowned. "I hate wearing dresses like this.

Did you forget?" Ethan froze, then quickly called a sales associate over to assist me.

After that, he stopped pushing his tastes on me and sat patiently on the sofa, watching me try on outfit after outfit.

He showered me with compliments on every single piece, acting like the perfect, doting husband. But I knew the truth. This was the first time Ethan had ever taken me shopping.

In the past, he was always "too busy" climbing the corporate ladder to waste time on such trivial things.

The only reason he was so patient now was because he had been trained by another woman. Too bad that woman wasn't me.

When I finally changed back into my own clothes and stepped out, Ethan was nowhere to be seen.

A couple of sales associates were whispering behind the counter. "Wait, the Sterling heir brought another woman today? Who is she?" "Probably a mistress.

Gosh, he always acts so devoted to his new wife on Instagram, but he's already cheating behind her back." "Rich men are all the same. I feel so bad for his wife.

She's so sweet and stunning." I walked over and kicked a tall glass floor lamp next to the counter. The glass shattered right in front of them, sending them screaming in terror.

I looked down at them coldly. "Put it on Ethan Sterling's tab." When Ethan finally returned, the staff looked pale as ghosts, while I stood there looking perfectly calm.

Ethan didn't notice the tension. He walked up to me, looking slightly flustered. "Serena, mall security just called saying my car is blocking the lane.

I need to run down to the garage. Can you shop by yourself for a bit?" "I'll be right back, I promise." Without even waiting for my reply, he rushed off.

I waited until he was out of sight, then quietly followed him down to the underground parking lot. In the dim garage, a Cadillac SUV with a custom license plate was gently rocking.

If you stood close enough, you could hear the muffled, breathless giggles of a woman inside.

I approached silently, hiding in the shadows, as the woman's voice turned into a whimper. "Ethan, are you cheating on me?

The girls at the boutique said they saw you buying clothes for another woman!" "Of course not, baby. Don't overthink it.

Serena just woke up and had nothing to wear, so I had to buy her some basics. It means nothing." It was Ethan's voice, and the woman with him was undoubtedly Chloe.

My knuckles cracked as I clenched my fists. Hearing Chloe call me the "other woman" made my blood boil. "Do you still love Serena?

It's okay if you do... as long as I can stay by your side, I'd even get down on my knees and beg for her forgiveness.

I'd do anything for you!" Her sobbing voice made Ethan coo in comfort. "Don't talk like that. I don't love Serena. I only feel guilty.

Once she's settled, I'll make sure she quietly disappears from our lives." "You're the only one I love, baby.

And you're the only one who can give me a child." Chloe giggled through her tears. "Of course. Serena had that massive hemorrhage during her miscarriage two years ago.

She's completely barren now, even if she wanted to try. Hmph!" Ethan chuckled. "Exactly.

So you have to give me plenty of babies to make up for it." "Oh, stop it!" As their moans grew louder, I turned away and quietly walked back upstairs.

A heavy, crushing weight settled on my chest. I had a child. A baby that I never even got to know existed before it was taken from me. Suddenly, my phone vibrated.

A text from my brother flashed on the screen: We caught the last traitor in our syndicate. He confessed.

Chloe Miller was able to mobilize our men because she actually shares our bloodline. Her father was our uncle's illegitimate son.