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When Lydia, Harvey's childhood sweetheart, found out I was pregnant, she went crazy and drove her car straight at me in downtown.
"How dare you carry Harvey's child?"
My abdomen was in excruciating pain, and my head was bleeding profusely.
But when Harvey, my husband who's an ER doctor, arrived at the scene, he didn't even glance at me.
He rushed towards Lydia, cursing non-stop:
"It's all Isabella's fault. How dare she hurt you? I'll kill her!"
What he didn't know was that Cora, the heiress of the powerful Grace family, was also hit along with me.
If we died, the Grace family would make sure everyone responsible for our deaths would suffer a fate worse than death!

Reborn after being killed by that b_tch

I forced a smile and said to her, "Thank you."


After the nurse left, I picked up my phone, preparing to contact a divorce lawyer.


After this incident, I finally saw clearly who truly cared about me.


Before I could make the call, Lydia and Harvey suddenly burst into the hospital room.


Lydia's eyes were slightly red, on the verge of tears.


"I know I've taken over your hospital room, but my health is so poor, I'll get sick if I stay downstairs."


Harvey protected Lydia behind him like a mother hen guarding her chick.


"Isabella, I don't have time for your nonsense."


"If it weren't for Lydia's kind heart, pleading with the police that you were just shocked and out of control, you'd be in jail by now."


"You're going to be discharged immediately and give up your room."


His eyes were full of tender concern for Lydia.


When Lydia heard him say this, her eyes suddenly lit up.


She pretended to be generous and said to Harvey:


"Don't argue with Isabella for my sake."


"There are also eight-bed wards downstairs, I can rest well there too." Harvey's brow furrowed slightly, his eyes filled with pity.


Lydia turned to me again, wearing an understanding expression:


"Isabella, if you really insist on involving the police, I'm willing to admit that the accident was all my fault."


"I'll take responsibility for everything."


He frowned, looking at Lydia with colder eyes:


"Kind people always get taken advantage of."


Harvey tried to pressure me with divorce again:


"You have to be discharged today, or we're getting divorced!"


In the past, whenever he threatened me with divorce, I would always give in.


But this time, something inside me seemed to have hardened.


I listened to his threats numbly, feeling nothing inside.


I looked at him calmly, enunciating each word:


He probably didn't expect me to be so decisive.


He glared at me, the veins on his forehead bulging one by one.


"You... you're really willing to give up our marriage for an outsider?"


"Isabella, I'm sorry, I didn't realize you cared so much about the hospital room.""It's my fault. I don't need a room. I can sleep in the hallway."


She cried while tugging at the pendant necklace around my neck.


"Isabella, your necklace is so unique."


"Let me touch it, maybe some of your luck will rub off on me."


With that, she insincerely placed her hand on my shoulder.


Then, still crying, she continued her phony sympathy:


"Isabella, you and Harvey have come such a long way together. It must have been so hard."


After saying this, she broke into sobs, crying so much my head felt like it was about to explode.


The pendant necklace snapped from her pulling, falling under the bed.


I rushed to pick it up, unbuckling my seatbelt, and accidentally fell off the bed.


With a thud, the wound on my back started throbbing again.


The stitches seemed to have torn open, my skin feeling like it was being peeled layer by layer.


This pendant necklace was given to me by my brother after our mom passed away.


He said mom would watch over me from heaven, and the pendant would keep me safe.


Chapter 5