Chapter 485 Are You My Wife?
In the Hospital Room.
Victoria took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts.
Looking directly into his eyes, she asked again, "Alexander, have you really forgotten me?"
"You're my wife?" His pale lips barely moved as he posed the question.
"Not for much longer," she replied coolly.
Alexander fell silent, momentarily taken aback.
Then he watched as she visibly relaxed, as though unburdened.
"Actually, your memory loss works in my favor," she said. "Saves me the trouble of figuring out how to escape this marriage."
She crossed her arms casually, affecting an air of nonchalance. "Perfect timing—you've forgotten me, and I'm finally free."
His temple twitched almost imperceptibly as her words sank in.
She wanted to escape him? To divorce him?
"And if I refuse?" he asked, his voice hoarse and cold.
"That's fine too. I've got nothing to lose," she shrugged with remarkable ease. "You're wealthy, handsome, powerful—why shouldn't I enjoy the benefits? Better me than some other woman, right, Mr. Howard?"
She turned away to pour him water, concealing the calculated gleam in her eyes.
After handing him the glass and watching him drink, she set it down and took a few steps toward the door.
"Where are you going?" Alexander called out, frustrated by his inability to stop her physically.
She turned, raising an eyebrow. "To find you a nurse, of course. Or did you expect me to care for you myself? Since you've forgotten me, I won't pretend anymore. Saves us both the disappointment.""
With that, she walked out, leaving Alexander staring helplessly after her.
Victoria wasn't actually seeking a nurse—she was looking for Marcus.
Grant and the others were still sitting on benches outside the room.
"Victoria, why are you leaving?" Gideon asked in surprise.
"Alexander doesn't recognize me," she replied, deliberately raising her voice. "It's awkward being in there. Find him a nurse if you have time. I'm going."
She walked away without waiting for a response, knowing Alexander could hear every word.
Gideon was dumbfounded. "She's just... leaving like that?"
The others remained silent.
Victoria stayed away for hours. Alexander took his antibiotics and eventually drifted to sleep. Marcus watched over him, slipping out only after he was certain Alexander was sleeping soundly.
After leaving the hospital, Victoria went home to change clothes before heading out again. Gideon had mentioned that Griffin had given the detonator to someone else before he died, though he hadn't specified who. With Griffin dead, there was no way to confirm—but Victoria had her own methods of uncovering the truth.
Presidential Palace
Waverly had locked herself in her room since returning from the port. Suddenly, two imposing men in black burst in. Before she could scream for help, they knocked her unconscious.
"Take her," one ordered.
Yacht Harbor, 1:00 AM
A black car pulled into the deserted harbor and stopped. Waverly had regained consciousness during the journey and hadn't stopped protesting.
"Who are you? Where are you taking me?" she demanded, struggling against her restraints, a black hood covering her head. The men in the car ignored her completely.
"Sidney, bring her out," Eugene instructed.
"Yes, Eugene," Sidney Lawson replied, untying the ropes around her ankles.
He roughly pulled her from the car. She cried out, stumbling as he yanked the hood from her head.
"Move it," he said with undisguised contempt. "Don't waste our time."
She blinked, adjusting to the darkness broken only by the car's headlights. She recognized where she was—she'd been here just recently.
"Who are you? Do you know who I am? I'm from the Presidential Palace! You're making a terrible mistake," she threatened, attempting to regain control of the situation.
"If you release me now, I'll ask my father to show mercy. Otherwise, I'll make sure you disappear forever!" she added.
Sidney rolled his eyes. "Save it. You're not impressing anyone with that princess act. Now move—my employer doesn't like to be kept waiting."
Eugene stepped out of the car. Waverly thought he looked familiar but couldn't place him.
Then she saw Victoria.
She was leaning against the front of another car, one leg bent, arms crossed, head slightly lowered. The headlights on either side of her cast a harsh glare into Waverly's face, forcing her to shield her eyes.
"You?" she said, recognition dawning, her expression twisting with hatred.
Victoria could feel the loathing directed at her without even looking up. She genuinely didn't understand the source of Waverly's animosity. Was it simply because of Alexander? Or because Victoria was Zephyr's biological daughter?
Neither seemed sufficient reason for such hatred. Victoria had never done anything to Waverly directly. She lived by the principle of not bothering those who didn't bother her. Everything had been Waverly's imagination, Waverly's provocation. How was that Victoria's fault?
"You're still alive?" Waverly's first reaction was shock. Thanks to Gideon's information blackout about the incident at sea, she'd received no news. According to Griffin's plan, Victoria shouldn't have survived that yacht explosion.
Yet here she stood.
"Yes, I'm alive. Surprising, isn't it?" Victoria smiled coldly, her lips curving into a predatory grin. "Griffin, however, is not."
Waverly's mind reeled as if struck by lightning. Her eyes widened in disbelief. "W-what did you say?"
Victoria straightened and walked toward her, each step illuminated by the golden headlights. She radiated a chilling aura, her presence overwhelming.
To Waverly, she looked like death incarnate.
She tried to back away, but Sidney shoved her from behind. Her legs gave way, and she fell to her knees before Victoria.
"What are you going to do?" Waverly looked up, her voice trembling with fear.
Victoria stopped, looking down at her with contempt. "I haven't even touched you yet, Miss Windsor, and you're already kneeling?"
Her cold eyes glinted with a dangerous smile. "Now I'm wondering—should I be gentle, or should I make this hurt?"
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