Harry's heart skipped a beat as he abruptly turned around to see Celine lying unconscious with a pale face. He immediately turned around and rushed toward her, picking her up and heading for the hospital.

Amid the commotion, Celine slowly opened her eyes in pain and saw Harry instructing the doctor, "My wife is pregnant. She's four months along. Be careful when you administer the medicine."

After being pushed into the treatment room, the nurse lifted her clothes and saw her flat belly. She gasped. "Four months? He must have remembered it wrong! This doesn't look like she's pregnant at all!"

While she was doubting and turning around to confirm it, Celine endured the pain and stopped her. "Miss, my baby has miscarried. Please keep it a secret. I want to tell my husband myself."

Although the nurse did not know the reason, it was still not a good thing for a married couple to suffer a miscarriage, so the nurse respected Celine's wish.

As there was no anesthetic, Celine was in so much pain that she nearly fainted when cleaning the wound and applying the medicine.

The burning sensation from the wound pulled at her nerves, making her breathing extremely difficult. She was soaked in sweat, and every second felt extremely agonizing.

After the medicine was applied, Celine was sent to a ward.

Harry stayed by Celine's bedside, repeatedly apologizing, "Celine, you're burned so badly. Why didn't you call me?"

Celine's clenched teeth ached, and her legs felt like they were on fire. Her body temperature rose, and she could only manage to squeeze out a sentence. "You left too quickly."

"It's my fault. I'm sorry." Harry's guilt deepened, and he placed his hand in Celine's tightly clenched palm.

Her sharp nails scratched the back of his hand, drawing blood.

Watching the blood droplets mingle, Celine grew increasingly drowsy, and she drifted off to sleep.

…

It was late at night when Celine woke up again. She groggily opened her eyes and saw Juniper's back.

"You got burned too. Go get your wound treated now. I'll take care of Celine."

"No, I'm afraid she'll be upset if she wakes up and can't see me. I'll treat it tomorrow."

Juniper's voice abruptly rose several octaves. "I asked you to go now! Harry, don't gamble with your health!"

Hearing that, Harry's furrowed brows instantly relaxed. He grabbed Juniper's hand. "Juniper, don't deny it. You've always had feelings for me, haven't you? If you admit it, I'll drop everything right now. How about we get back together?"

Juniper realized her mistake and quickly withdrew her hand.

Seeing her panicked expression, Harry could not help but laugh. "Alright, I'll stop pressuring you. I have plenty of time to wait for you to relent. I'll do what you say and treat my wounds now."

With that said, he left with light steps.

In Celine's memory of their three years together, Harry had always been the one in control of everything. No matter how angry she was or how outrageous her jokes were, he would always soothe her like she was a child. He was always rational and mature. It was as though he wore a mask, never showing his true self.

She thought it was just his nature, but she never imagined he would lose control of his emotions. He could become furious and lose control over Juniper's indifferent words, be overjoyed by her concern, and unconditionally obey his lover like a boy experiencing first love.

Celine had never seen Harry like this before, so she was somewhat dazed. She met Juniper's gaze when she came to her senses.

Celine noticed the fleeting panic in her eyes and asked, "Aunt Juniper, where's Harry?"

Seeing that she seemed not to have heard their previous conversation, Juniper breathed a sigh of relief. "He went to treat his wounds. Let me know if you're feeling uncomfortable."

The burning pain still tormented Celine, but she endured it and shook her head. "I'm fine, go and rest."

Juniper did not leave. She poured Celine a glass of water. After asking a few more questions, she asked Celine a question, "Celine, did you hear anything before you fainted yesterday?"

Celine's hand holding the glass paused as she calmly met the probing gaze. "I didn't hear anything."

She lied without batting an eye. It was partly to dispel Juniper's suspicions, and partly to tell herself to forget what they had said. After all, she was about to disappear completely from their lives.

After ten days in the hospital, Celine's wound healed.

During this time, Harry was always by her side, bringing her water and changing her bandages, showing great concern. She gradually recovered, but he fell ill and had a fever for several days. Seeing as both of them were patients, Juniper came to help.

She drove them both back home. She watched the kitchen and helped Celine change the bandages—bustling around non-stop.

"Take good care of yourself, and the medicine for the baby will be delivered soon. Remember to take it."

Celine agreed.

After the medicine was delivered, she poured it down the toilet instead of taking it.

After a few days of rest, she managed to get out of bed. She carried the empty medicine bottle, wanting to drop it off downstairs and then head outside to get some sun. When passing by the study, she heard something breaking.

The door was slightly ajar. Celine glanced inside and saw Juniper.

Juniper stared blankly at the photos on the wall, her hands shaking constantly, while she had complex emotions on her face. After a while, she came to her senses and tore off the photos. Then, she threw everything in the cabinet into the box.

Seeing that she was about to come out, Celine quickly moved to the balcony at the end of the corridor.

A moment later, Juniper appeared in front of the trash can by the door. She threw all the gifts in and tore up the photos, love letters, and diary to shreds. After doing all this, she made a phone call and summoned Harry downstairs.

The two of them had a huge argument about the contents of the trash can, and Celine only vaguely heard the last few sentences because they were too far away.

"These things shouldn't be in the study. What if Celine goes in and sees them one day?"

"She doesn't have a key to the study, and she wouldn't barge in without my permission."

"Are you so sure? What if she goes in? Have you considered how heartbroken she'd be if she saw these things, given how much she loves you?"

"So what if she's heartbroken? Does that change the fact that you're the one I loved all along? Juniper, don't worry about others. I'll just ask you one question—do you still have feelings for me? If you say yes, I'll divorce her immediately!"

Hearing that, Juniper's expression changed drastically. She hurriedly hailed a cab and left.

Watching the two part on bad terms, Celine silently raised her hand and clutched her chest. Her heart was pounding faster, as if it would burst out of her chest. It felt slightly numb, but the pain had subsided.

It seemed the wound in her heart was gradually healing.

Great.

Downstairs, Harry retrieved the items Juniper had thrown away from the trash can and took them back to his study. He then locked the door and stayed in it for three days.

Celine knew he was piecing together the fragments and did not disturb him, simply having someone deliver food to him regularly.

…

After her legs could move like usual, Celine met up with her friends. After the meal, she passed the largest private room and heard a familiar name when she went to pay the bill.

"Harry, you're always so busy. We thought you wouldn't be able to join the class reunion, so we didn't invite you. Please forgive us."

"What are you saying? Juniper is here. Do you think Harry would be absent? Their relationship was the talk of the town at Slova University back then. You don't know that?"

"How is that possible? I witnessed Harry confessing his love on the field with tens of thousands of roses! I can still hum the songs he wrote for Juniper..."

Celine listened quietly for a while, and suddenly the image of Harry in a suit, playing guitar and confessing his love flashed through her mind. However, it felt awfully off, no matter how she looked at it.

She thought for a moment before realizing what was wrong.

The people in the room were describing the 20-year-old Harry, and the person he loved was Juniper. It had nothing to do with her. Of course, it felt off.

Celine gave a silent smile. She lost all desire to listen any further.

Turning around, she saw Juniper, who had just come out of the bathroom. Her eyelids twitched, and Celine subconsciously turned and headed toward the stairs.

After taking merely a few steps, she heard Juniper's hesitant voice. "Celine?"

Celine ignored her and quickened her pace. Just as she was about to turn the corner, Juniper caught up and grabbed her hand.

Celine did not want to run into her here and tried to leave, but she refused to let go. Juniper said anxiously, "I know it's you. Did you misunderstand something? Let me explain."

The two were entangled, and Celine struggled to break free. However, she swayed and was about to fall due to the excessive force.

Juniper's expression changed instantly, and she hurriedly grabbed Celine.

Celine leaned against the stairs and managed to steady herself.

However, Juniper rolled down the stairs and lay in a pool of blood due to the loss of weight.

Celine's mind went blank for a moment, and she rushed down to help. She had just reached out her hand and was violently shoved to the ground. Her forehead hit the corner of the wall, and blood gushed out, quickly staining her face red. She gasped in pain, forced her eyes open, and saw Harry's murderous glare.

He gritted his teeth, uttering a single sentence before scooping up Juniper and rushing out frantically. "If anything happens to Juniper today, I'll make you pay tenfold!"

The hurried footsteps faded into the distance.

Celine could no longer hear anything, and her vision blurred. A sharp pain throbbed in her head as if a nerve was being pulled. The blood pooled, and her consciousness grew increasingly hazy.

An endless darkness enveloped her. She felt lightheaded as she slowly lost consciousness...

An unknown amount of time had passed when Celine groggily opened her eyes and saw the doctor let out a long sigh of relief. "It's a good thing that you have a strong will, or you might have fallen into a vegetative state and never woken up again."

She thanked the doctor and picked up her constantly vibrating phone from the table.

After tapping on the answer button, she heard Harry's anxious voice. "Celine, where are you?"

Celine was silent for a long time before giving the name of the hospital and ward.

Ten minutes later, the ward door was pushed open.

Harry rushed in, looking flustered. The first thing he did was ask about her health. "Are you badly hurt? How's the baby? I thought you pushed your Aunt Juniper, and that's why I was so angry...

"I'm sorry, it's all my fault. I shouldn't have laid a hand on you without knowing what happened. Will you forgive me?"

Celine guessed from his statement that Juniper must have woken up and explained what had happened. Otherwise, he would not have looked so guilty and uneasy.

She lowered her gaze and answered his question in a weak, feeble voice. "I'm fine. The doctor said I just need a few days of rest."

Harry assumed that the baby was fine too, and his anxiety finally subsided. He knelt, wanting to touch her belly to make sure everything was alright.

Celine interrupted him with a single question, "Were you and Aunt Juniper classmates in college?"

Harry's hand froze in mid-air. "Yes, in the same department but different courses. What's the matter?"

Seeing his hand retract, Celine's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she flatly replied, "Nothing, I just saw you two attending the same class reunion."

Harry's throat bobbed a few times, and he abruptly changed the subject. "Are you hungry? I'll go buy you breakfast."

Watching him flee, Celine opened her calendar and counted the time.

With only ten days left, the cooling-off period for divorce would end. She would soon be able to escape the marriage built entirely on lies.