**Five Years Ago – Rainport General Hospital**
“Just sign,” Julian said coldly, pushing the divorce papers across the hospital tray.
Serena blinked through painkillers, her skin pale, stitches fresh along her abdomen.
“You think I poisoned your mother,” she rasped, “and faked a miscarriage.”
He didn’t respond.
Outside the door, reporters shouted, their cameras flashing like lightning behind the glass. Beside them stood a woman in white.
Vivian Lu.
Her voice slipped through the door’s crack, honeyed and cruel: “Murderess.”
Serena’s hand trembled as she reached for the pen. “Julian, please—”
“Don’t,” he snapped. “Not here. Not with more lies.”
She swallowed. “I gave her my kidney.”
His jaw clenched. “Then why did she lose the baby?”
Serena winced, pain blooming down her side. “Because she was never pregnant. You saw blood and believed her.”
He didn’t answer. Just turned and walked out, leaving the pen, the papers, and the sound of her heart flatlining in her own ears.