After I gave birth to quadruplets for the CEO, my ex–husband went crazy
Varia
I was born with a unique crimson mark between my brows, a sign of a rare and profound destiny.
To save Marcus Thorne, the frail, only heir of the Thorne family, I used the power of my crimson birthmark to ward off his misfortunes.
He not only recovered completely but also rose to become the top business magnate in the city’s elite circles.
He called me his destined ‘crimson mark, the irreplaceable one meant for him. Everyone in the elite circles said I was the happiest woman alive.
But in our third year of marriage, he became utterly obsessed with a college student.
She wore a delicate, moon–white lace dress, with a striking painted crimson dot between her brows, smiling at him like blossoming flower,
That single image mesmerized Marcus, making him completely forget me, who had dedicated countless hours praying and seeking blessings for him every single day.
He pursued her relentlessly and finally, after she became pregnant, he brought his new love home.
When I confronted him, he casually said,
“You can understand my desire for a child, Elara. You owe me this.”
I didn’t cry or make a scene, because I knew he wouldn’t live much longer.
In just one month, the power of my crimson mark would no longer be able to contain his fate. Once the fetus fully formed, his destiny would violently turn against him…
My phone screen buzzed with breaking news headlines popping up one after another.
# Elite’s New Money King, Marcus Thorne, and His Co–ed Spotted at Hospital! #
# CONFIRMED!!! Marcus Thorne’s College Girlfriend Is Pregnant! #
The kitchen knife in my hand clattered to the floor. My foot instantly bled, a gash gaping open on my instep.
The maids rushed over, one stemming the blood while shouting for the driver to take me to the hospital.
“Madam, the cut is too deep, you must get it treated at the hospital.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll have dinner ready on time. It won’t delay your and Mr. Thorne’s third wedding anniversary celebration tonight.”
I looked at the dishes laid out on the counter, all Marcus’s favorites, and a self–deprecating smile touched my lips.
My eyes burned, and tears streamed down uncontrollably.
“No need.”
11:56 AM
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I stood up and headed to the hospital.
Due to an anesthesia allergy, I bit down hard, enduring the pain as the doctor stitched up my wound.
Then my phone suddenly rang.
I answered, and Lila Monroe’s sobbing voice came through the receiver.
“Elara, you need to come to Metropolitan Medical Center now.”
Marcus’s voice was filled with frantic urgency.
A calling number echoed through the hospital lobby.
The voice on the other end paused, then spoke again.
“You’re at the hospital?”
“Perfect. Hurry up and come to the eighth floor. We’re here.”
He hung up before I could say
a
word.
Looking at the disconnected call, my heart went cold and trembled.
When did his eyes stop seeing me?
Having endured years of suffering from illness, he knew the agony of pain all too well. That’s why he was always so protective, couldn’t bear to see me hurt in the slightest.
Once, when my high heels chafed my skin, he spared no expense, hiring the world’s most renowned designers just to create custom–fit shoes for me!
And now, hearing I was in the hospital, he only thought about how quickly I could come to their rescue.
I closed my eyes, quietly considering my options.
My promise to Eleanor was fulfilled. Since Marcus no longer needed me, it was time for me to make my exit.
As I struggled to force my injured foot into my shoe, several urgent messages already popped up on my phone.
As soon as I reached the eighth floor, I saw security guards blocking a crowd of reporters at one end of the corridor.
When they saw me appear, everyone swarmed towards me frantically.
“Mrs. Thorne, what are your thoughts on Mr. Thorne’s affair with a college student?”
“Mrs. Thorne, are you here to catch him in the act?”
“Mrs. Thome, is your foot injured because of Mr. Thome?”
“Mrs. Thome…
My heart felt like it was seized by a giant hand, and pain instantly assaulted every part of my body, leaving me breathless.
11:56 AM
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So that was why Marcus wanted me on the eighth floor.
To use me as a distraction for the reporters, allowing him to slip away with Lila Monroe.
I was packed in so tightly, the flashing lights made me dizzy.
Reporters surged forward, pushing and shoving. I lost my footing and tumbled down the stairs.
The scene erupted into chaos.
In the second before I lost consciousness, I saw Marcus carefully shielding Lila Monroe behind him as they entered another
elevator.
He didn’t even glance my way.
When I woke up again, a sharp pain flared between my brows. My eyes focused, and I realized I was lying in a hospital bed.
The worried driver stood beside the bed.
“Mr. Thorne said you should rest well. He’ll be over once he’s done with his work.”
I scoffed inwardly. Completely absorbed in the joy of impending fatherhood, why would he be distracted by anything else?
