Ophelia’s POV

Finally, everyone else was cleared out of the room.

My wounds hadn’t even been treated yet when I was sent to the CEO’s office.

Maybe it was because I was blind, but his desk had a photo of him and Estelle hugging intimately, just out in the open.

Sunlight hit him, and his eyes looked impossibly gentle.

I forced myself to act normal, pulling my gaze away, but my chest ached in sharp, stabbing waves.

Once the secretary left, Conrad finally looked at me.

Just one look, and I saw a flicker of concern in his eyes.

“Why didn’t they take care of your wounds?”

His voice softened, and he reached out carefully toward my injury.

I subtly moved away, without letting it show.

He bent his knuckles, explaining gently. “What happened earlier… Don’t be upset. Estelle’s been in R&D for years, it’s not easy for her. The upcoming fragrance project depends on her, too. I had no choice in what I said. Once this is all settled, I’ll make your identity public, okay?”

His voice was as calm as always, but my throat felt clogged with cotton.

Looking at his face, I whispered, “Conrad… do you still remember what you said when I first handed you my fragrance?”

He frowned and hesitated for a moment before replying, “Of course, I remember. It’s just… recently, things at the company haven’t been easy. Today was a lot with the R&D department. For your own good, don’t come to the office for now. Once things calm down, I’ll reinstate your position.”

My face was drained of color inch by inch. Even though my goal today was to resign, after seeing him so easily choose to give me up, it felt like being stabbed straight through the heart.

Over a decade of feelings felt like rotting flesh over a wound—something I should have cut away long ago, but it still hurt like hell.

And Conrad had already forgotten the promises he made to me.

When I first handed him my fragrance, he had promised that no matter what, the credit would always be mine.

He wouldn’t sell a single patent related to my fragrance.

But ever since Estelle joined the company, every fragrance I made had her name on it.

The man who once loved and protected me… had long since changed.

I took a deep breath, shoved down the storm of emotions, and handed him the resignation papers.

He frowned as he took it. “Is this also related to the fragrances? For now, let Estelle handle this part.”

Before I could respond, a commotion erupted outside the door.

“Sir! Something’s wrong! Miss Estelle has been taken away!”

His face went pale, and he turned to run out of the office.

I grabbed his hand tight, my voice neutral. “Sign first.”

He glared at me, clearly not expecting me to do this at this time.

But with people urging outside, he finally shot me a look of disappointment, quickly signed, and rushed out.

I carefully tucked the resignation papers away, ready to leave, when Conrad suddenly spun me around and grabbed my wrist like he was trying to snap it off.

Dragging me forward, his voice cold as ice, he demanded, “Ophelia, what the hell are you trying to do? The R&D team said Estelle left with some guy and didn’t come back—and that guy used your name!”

I froze in shock. “It wasn’t me! I didn’t!”

His eyes burned red. “That guy used your name. Just now, you even had a fight with Estelle. If it wasn’t you, then who else? Who else would go through all that trouble just to frame a blind girl like you?”

Before I could even explain, he shoved me to the floor in one brutal motion.

“You’ve got a problem with me? Fine, take it out on me. But why the hell are you attacking Estelle?!”

I crashed hard again, this time my stomach hitting the floor. A sharp, stabbing pain shot through me instantly.

I screamed, trembling, reaching out. “Conrad! Take me to the hospital! My stomach hurts so much!”

When he saw the blood pooling beneath me, panic flashed in his eyes, and he scooped me up immediately.

Right then, the secretary came rushing in, phone in hand, mid-call.

“Sir, we’ve located Miss Estelle, but the kidnappers say they’ll only release her if Ma’am Ophelia comes in person…”

She hesitated, then, under Conrad’s red-hot stare, spilled everything.

“They said only you could pay them. They won’t release Miss Estelle unless you personally tell them to…”

Hearing that, Conrad’s face went completely dark. His eyes on me were ice-cold.

The secretary continued, “Oh, and… Miss Estelle isn’t in good shape. She’s in shock, having trouble breathing. We sent doctors, but the kidnappers refused to let her get treated. At this rate… it could—”

That was all it took. Conrad made up his mind.

He changed direction and started running toward the parking lot with me in his arms, telling the secretary to send the location.

I gritted my teeth against the pain, panicked. “Conrad! Where are you taking me? I already told you—I didn’t send that guy! Just take me to a hospital… for the baby’s sake, please!”

I practically begged through tears.

But he ignored me completely, pressing harder on the gas.

All the way there, I pleaded, I explained, I screamed, I cursed. But he didn’t care.

All I could do was feel the life inside me slipping away.

When we reached the abandoned factory, Conrad’s panic was palpable as he dragged me out.

Inside, the kidnapper had a knife to Estelle’s throat. She was gasping for air, her face frozen in terror.

Conrad’s eyes softened for a fraction, a flicker of pain, but when they landed on the kidnapper, they went cold again.

“I brought her here. You can let Estelle go now, right?”

The kidnapper sneered. “How do I know you’ll keep your word? Here’s the deal: you put that woman into the factory so I can ‘talk’ with her. Don’t worry—three minutes later, Estelle is yours.”

Conrad’s brow furrowed hard. He gripped my hand, trembling, and I clutched my stomach, struggling with everything I had.

I didn’t send this kidnapper. And now, he wants me inside the factory? This has got to be Estelle’s trap.

If I go in, I’m done for.

I fought harder, my fear and rage fueling me.

Ophelia’s POV

Conrad’s eyes softened with concern, like he wanted to refuse, but the next second, the kidnapper’s knife grazed Estelle’s neck. She screamed sharply.

Conrad couldn’t hold back anymore. Panicked, he shoved me toward the kidnapper, his gaze sharp and dangerous.

“You better keep your promise!”

The kidnapper laughed, loud and cruel, while Conrad slowly backed out of the factory.

Once he disappeared completely, Estelle slid the knife off her neck, a dazzling, wicked smile on her face. It was obvious—everything had been part of her plan.

“Ophelia,” she murmured, stepping close to my ear, “now do you finally see your place? Compared to me, you’re disposable—a piece of trash that can be thrown away anytime.”

She leaned even closer, her cold laugh brushing against me. “If I want it, everything you have will be mine. Even the baby in your belly—that’s mine and Conrad’s.”

“Back when you were about to get married,” she continued, “Conrad and I drank all night. Your worthless mother showed up at the worst possible moment… I could only… crash her. You don’t even know how pitiful her screams were.”

Rage exploded inside me as she laughed like a maniac. This bitch actually dared to bring up my mother in front of me!

A crimson haze clouded my vision. I couldn’t hold back anymore; I lunged at her, my teeth sinking into her throat.

It only took a second—her wound widened, and she screamed in sheer terror.

“Conrad! Help! Ophelia’s trying to kill me!”

Like a lightning bolt, Conrad shot in. His eyes went wide, fury splintering across his face at the scene before him.

The kidnapper was pinned to the ground by his bodyguards.

The secretary shouted, panic-stricken, “Sir! Miss Estelle is in critical condition! Ma’am Ophelia’s injuries are serious, too! The medics can only save one first!”

Conrad’s gaze locked on Estelle without hesitation. “Save Estelle!” he barked.

The next second, I felt like a rag doll—he yanked me off her and tossed me aside.

Estelle lay on the floor, eyes closed, soft and serene.

Conrad scooped her up effortlessly and walked away.

In a shadowed corner, Estelle’s eyes opened silently.

“I win.”

In the next second, pain surged through me, my stomach and heart both twisting painfully.

And then, I collapsed, unable to hold on anymore.

When I woke again, Conrad was at my bedside.

His eyes were dark and bloodshot, exhaustion written all over him. It was obvious he had been waiting for a long time.

“Ophelia! Thank god you’re finally awake!” he said, gripping my hand tightly, relief flooding his voice.

Reflexively, I pulled my hand back and glared at him coldly.

His smile froze; he looked like someone had stuffed cotton in his chest.

“Ophelia… you attacked Estelle. I had to save the innocent first,” he said, frowning.

I stared at him, a bitter laugh escaping. “I told you—the kidnapper wasn’t sent by me! Estelle set this up herself!”

Disappointment darkened his eyes. “Ophelia, I thought that even though you’d changed, you were still at least… kind. But now? You’ve turned into a lying, cruel woman.”

I tugged at the corner of my mouth, unable to speak a word.

The hospital room felt terrifyingly silent until his phone rang.

Estelle’s soft voice came through. Conrad didn’t even look at me as he soothed her over the phone. When he hung up, he glanced at me coldly.

“Take this time to calm down. We shouldn’t see each other for a while. When it’s time for the new fragrance launch event, I’ll come pick you up.”

With that, he turned and left.

I watched his back, erasing every bit of love I had for him from my heart.

The next day, I deleted over a decade of memories with Conrad. On the bedroom desk, I left the divorce papers, the resignation papers, and the diagnosis proving my eyesight had returned.

From now on, Conrad and I would never cross paths again.