After Howard left, Gary probably saw that I looked like I was about to die, so he suddenly explained, "I knew he wouldn't really kill you, so..."

"Gary!" Jean suddenly appeared, carrying a fruit basket.

Before Gary could finish speaking, he turned to smile at her, took the fruit basket, and placed it on the table. "Jean is so thoughtful. She even bought your favorite mangoes to visit you."

I was allergic to mangoes—to the point where they could kill me.

If it were before, I would have thrown the mangoes in the trash right in front of Jean and tossed the money she spent on them to her. However, I was now powerless.

Charles was like a nightmare, and he had a tight grip on me.

Jean frowned and took a few steps back. "Vanessa, why do you have so many wounds on you? And your legs... look so scary! Gary, I'm a little scared."

Gary grabbed Jean and whispered, "Go out if you're scared. You're usually weak, so you shouldn't come to an unlucky place like the hospital!"

He sent Jean out and said he would return to check on me later, but he did not come back all night.

I had gotten used to it.

Jean and Gary were considered childhood sweethearts, but they did not live in the same city for a long time. A year before we got married, Jean's family had some issues and sought refuge with the Wilson family. Gary had been taking great care of her ever since. Jean could freely enter our bedroom, take my jewelry, sleep on my bed, and swipe my cards.

She was physically weak, so on every anniversary, my birthday, or when I was sick, Jean always somehow happened to be unwell. Gary would keep her company for at least half a month every time.

I stayed in the hospital for two days, and my broken arm was immobilized by a brace.

Gary asked me to type out some documents for a bid.

I contacted a lawyer and wrote a divorce agreement. The lawyer was my close friend, Elaine Douglas. Over the years, she had been providing legal advice for the Wilson family at my request.

Elaine asked, "Darling, are you willing to give up the estates and the company to Gary?"

I replied calmly like I was an outsider, "Give him everything."

The next day, Gary's assistant, Quinton Young, came in. He could not help but frown when he saw me. "Ms. Leeman, are you alright?"

I answered, "Did Gary send you to get the bidding document?"

Quinton nodded.

Speaking of, I had dedicated myself entirely to Gary over the years. I lost myself and my friends. On the days when I did not see Gary, I interacted more with his assistant, Quinton.

Quinton was capable. I hired him and brought him into Wilson Real Estate. He never called me Mrs. Wilson and always referred to me as Ms. Leeman.

Over time, many people at Wilson Real Estate started calling me Ms. Leeman. They would always ask me whenever there were major decisions to be made.

During one of our previous arguments, Gary strangled me as he asked, "At Wilson Real Estate, is it me or you who has the final say?"

After that argument, I stepped down from my position as general manager and became a planning manager, but people still asked me for advice.

Jean became the general manager just a few days later.

Gary told me, "She's part of the family. We need to help each other!"

Jean posted a diamond necklace I liked and won at an auction on her social media. The caption read: [A gift from my dear Gary for starting work!]

Gary liked the post. I clicked on Gary's social media, but it was blank.

Back to the present, I handed the documents to Quinton.

He seemed unable to hold back and suddenly said, "Ms. Leeman, I know everything the public is saying today is false! You're not like that."

I wondered, 'The public?'

Quinton clicked on a trending article titled: [Wilson Real Estate's Mrs. Wilson, Vanessa Leeman, Failed the Scheme with Her Lover, Charles Chase, and Lost Both Her Reputation and Fortune!]

The article had nearly three thousand words, stating how I had hooked up with Charles and staged the kidnapping.