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Fortunately, as I fell to the second floor, my foot caught on the railing, providing a significant buffer.

I eventually crashed to the ground from the second floor, but I still lost consciousness.

The sharp scent of disinfectant stung my nose. I had been taken to the hospital.

Even in that brief glimpse before I fell, I clearly saw that man.

It was him, my wife's boss, Carter.

Everything made sense now - why Mother-in-law was so friendly with him, and how he remembered me after just one meeting.

Perhaps my wife and he had been involved even before we got married.

Suddenly, my wife walked into the hospital room, looking uneasy. There was panic in her eyes, but no concern.

I even thought she must hate that I hadn't died from the fall.

"Farrell, how are you? Are you alright?"

Her voice was trembling, her knuckles white, her lips bloodless.

"Vivienne, why are you back? Weren't you on a business trip abroad?"

"What happened to me? Why am I in the hospital?"