Chapter 6
Throughout the entire day’s date, Lance’s face remained completely expressionless.
He took Anthea shopping on Fifth Avenue, sat through a movie, even brought her to Luna Park at Coney Island–but his eyes remained cold, as if the person beside him wasn’t his wife but an enemy.
Anthea trailed behind him, feeling as though something heavy was pressing on her chest, making it
hard to breathe.
That evening, they sat in Per Se, one of New York’s most exclusive restaurants.
Candlelight flickered. Soft jazz hummed in the background. Everything about the place screamed
romance.
Except for the two of them.
Lance didn’t eat a single bite, just kept drinking wine constantly.
Anthea finally couldn’t help but caution him. “You should stop drinking. It’s not good for you.”
He set his glass down with a sharp clink and shot her a cold look.
“My dad wants us to have sex tonight. Thought he’d get his precious heir a wedding night. But I’m not interested. If I drink enough, I won’t have to deal with it.”
Anthea’s heart sank heavily, her fingers unconsciously gripping the hem of her dress.
She lowered her head, her voice tinged with bitterness. “I’m not forcing you to do anything.”
Lance gave a scornful laugh, his tone mocking. “Really? I thought you’d been all quiet and well–behaved lately. I even felt a little guilty toward you. But nope. Turns out you just ran off to Daddy to complain that I wasn’t playing house properly. That it?”
Anthea felt a sharp pain in her chest, as if stabbed by a knife.
“Anthea Orlando, the person I knew before wasn’t like this. Have you changed, or did I never really know you at all?”
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Anthea lowered her head without answering. She simply stayed with him silently until he was completely wasted.
After dinner, Lance was so drunk he could barely stand.
Anthea helped him home, struggling greatly to get him to bed.
Just as she was about to leave, she lost her balance and fell on top of him.
Their lips met, and Anthea froze in shock. Lance, however, seemed to find an outlet for his emotions and kissed her passionately.
“Hedy, I love you. I love you so much…” His voice was husky with intoxication.
Anthea’s heart felt like it was being squeezed tight, the pain almost suffocating her.
“Mmph… Lance, you’ve got the wrong person. I’m not Hedy.”
She was about to push him away when suddenly there was a loud BANG from the doorway.
Anthea looked up to see Hedy standing there, her face deathly pale, eyes filled with shock and pain.
“Hedy, wait! I can explain!”
Before Anthea could finish, Hedy had already turned and run away.
She wanted to chase after her, but Lance held her in an iron grip, making it impossible to move.
His strength was astonishing. It took everything she had to pry free from him and bolt down the
hallway.
But Hedy was already gone.
Anthea felt as if a stone were weighing on her heart, not knowing what kind of storm awaited them
the next day.
But what she didn’t expect was how quickly that storm would arrive.
In the middle of the night, Lance’s phone suddenly rang.
As he answered, whatever was said on the other end made his face turn ghastly white.
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Lance sobered up instantly, glaring at Anthea with eyes full of rage and anguish. “Happy now? You saw it coming. Was this your plan all along?”
Anthea opened her mouth to explain, but Lance wouldn’t liste
He grabbed his car keys and rushed out, not even bothering to grab a coat.
By the time Anthea caught up, he was already starting the car. She dashed over and clutched at the window. “I’m coming with you!”
Lance gave her an icy look. “What the hell for? To hurt Hedy again? You knew I loved her–you told my dad, then made sure she saw us kiss. I swear to God, Anthea, if anything happens to Hedy, I’ll hate you for the rest of my life!”
Anthea felt like something was crushing her heart, making it almost impossible to breathe.
She gritted her teeth and said each word deliberately. “Lance, I’m not trying to hurt her. I have to
come because… Hedy’s gonna hemorrhage. The hospital’s blood bank is going to run critically low,
and I’m her match. I can save her.”
In her previous life, Hedy had died on the operating table because they couldn’t find a matching
blood donor in time!
But Lance wouldn’t listen. He stepped on the gas.
Desperate, Anthea threw herself in front of the vehicle. Lance couldn’t brake in time and the car
slammed into her.
The impact sent her flying, crashing hard onto the ground.
Lance jumped out of the car, screaming in shock: “Are you out of your damn mind?!”
Anthea struggled to her feet in a pool of her own blood, stubbornly insisting. “Take me with you!”
Lance finally gave in. When they arrived at the hospital, he was stunned to discover Anthea was right.
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Hedy was indeed suffering from massive hemorrhaging and the blood bank was critically low.
Anthea immediately approached a nurse. “I have the same blood type as her. I’ll donate!”
The nurse, seeing her battered condition, asked in shock. “Were you just in an accident? You’re too weak to donate blood!”
But Anthea insisted. “I can do it! Take my blood!”
The nurse reluctantly agreed and began the procedure.
As Anthea’s face grew increasingly pale, she bit her lip, not making a sound.
Halfway through, the nurse tried to stop her. “We can’t take any more–you could die!”
But Anthea, her eyes red, stubbornly replied. “No. Keep going! She needs it.”
In the end, they drew a full 1000cc, nearly causing Anthea to faint.
Lance quickly caught her, his voice shaking. “Why are you doing this?”
Anthea smiled weakly, her voice barely audible. “Because you matter to me… and she matters to
you…”
Lance’s heart jolted violently, as if struck by something powerful.
He looked down at Anthea in his arms, a surge of complex emotions rising within him.
For the first time, Lance began to reexamine Anthea’s love for him.
It was passionate, uninhibited, completely exposed–extending even to risking her life for someone
he loved.
And never asked for anything in return.
Remembering the years of devotion she had shown him, his voice carried a hint of guilt. ” really didn’t… complain to my father about me?”
Anthea shook her head, her voice weak. “No… more than anyone else… I just want you to be happy.
Lance felt something grip his heart tight. He was about to say something, but Anthea had already
