Chapter 52
Dexter tightened his jaw, clearly taken aback by my request.
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“Afraid?” 1 smiled, rinsing my mouth. “You’ve already tried to kill me, yet now you’re scared to let me meet this woman? After all these years of marriage, let’s not pretend anymore.”
Dexter snapped, “I don’t have an affair.”
I thought. This man… is completely impenetrable. I shrugged nonchalantly. “Fine, suit yourself”
But then he quickly changed the topic. “How about posting something on your social media, clarifying that today was just a joke and I’m perfectly fine?”
“I won’t,” I said firmly, brushing past him. I deliberately nudged his arm with my shoulder. “If you’re so upset, why don’t you take it out on me here in the hospital? After all, you’ve almost killed me once already”
Dexter gritted his teeth. “Sylvia!”
I casually sat down on the edge of the bed. “If you want me to clear things up, fine. You post something too, and I’ll write the caption.
He stared at me, skeptical. “What are you going to write?”
“Nothing special. Just something to reassure everyone watching from the sidelines that we’re still fine, that our family is stable,” I sneered, “One post in exchange for another–what’s the harm?”
Dexter hesitated, then took out his phone. “You tell me what to write, and I’ll post
“If that’s the deal. I have one more condition.”
“Don’t push it!”
“If you don’t agree, fine. My reputation’s already ruined, and I have nothing left to lose. Do whatever you want.”
Seeing that I was lying down, pretending to be ready to sleep, Dexter started to panic. “Alright, what’s the other condition?”
“You stay in the hospital with me until I’m discharged. And every single night, you stay by my side,” I said.
Dexter fell silent. “You still have feelings for me. Why make it so difficult…..
At that moment, I wanted to puke. But I wasn’t about to explain myself to Dexter. “Just tell me if you agree or not.”
“Fine. I agree,” he muttered, clearly frustrated.
I nodded, motioning for him to come closer. We took a picture together, then I had him post it on his social media, no privacy settings–everyone was to see it.
Below the picture, I had him write, [Spending every night with my wife. Happy to keep my promises. Good mani.] After he posted it, I checked everything again, then told him to leave the phone on the bedside table and not touch it. I wanted that post to stay up all night so that everyone who needed to see it could..
As the night went on, the room was quiet, except for Dexter and the caregiver. Even with another person in the room, the fear in my chest didn’t case.
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Chapter 52
I forced myself to close my eyes and try to sleep, reminding myself that the sooner I rested, the sooner I could leave the hospital. Dexter kept his word, staying by my side just as I’d told him to.
The rumors about me were still spreading, and I knew I needed to find a way to clear my name.
For the next seven or eight days, Dexter stayed the night at the hospital every night. Then, one evening, just as I finally drifted off to sleep. I heard a sound under the bed.
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Dexter was lying on the folding bed next to mine. Even the slightest movement from him made a faint noise. He assumed 1 was asleep. Getting up, he quietly walked over to my side and gently nudged me.
“Sylvia, Sylvia…” he said.
I squinted, slowly opening my eyes. His face was now right in front of mine, and his gaze was filled with cold, detached contempt. It sent a chill down my spine. This was his true face when he looked at me.
I pretended to be asleep, lying completely still. After a while, Dexter nudged me again, but when I didn’t respond, he seemed to relax and left. I quietly opened my eyes and followed him out.
Dexter had picked the perfect time. The caregiver had just gone out to buy a late–night snack, giving us a thirty–minute window. And since I had been pretending to sleep, no one would know he had slipped out.
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The hospital corridor was eerily quiet at this late hour. The stillness made my heart race a little faster. I kept my careful not to get too close, afraid he might notice me.
I saw Dexter take the elevator down. The display on the elevator stopped at the first floor, so I quickly followed.
