บททั้งหมดของ When My Husband Got HIV, I Smiled: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 9

I had just finished a round of tests at the hospital and was waiting for the results.Over the phone, his voice was hoarse with the aftermath of indulgence.“Ellen, someone snapped photos of me with Janet Lane. Come to the company tomorrow and hold a press briefing to help clear things up for her.”I was silent for two seconds.“Clear up what?”“Say it was a misunderstanding. She’s just a student I sponsor. There’s nothing between us,” he paused. “She’s young. She can’t handle the scrutiny.”“Alright.”I lowered my head as I agreed, the needle mark on my arm just being covered with a bandage.He clearly let out a breath of relief.“You really are sensible. Should I come back tonight and keep you company? It’s been a while since we…”I cut him off. “I’m on my period.”There was a brief silence on the other end.“Then forget it. Get some rest and don’t overthink it.”After hanging up, I couldn’t help but laugh softly.I just found him filthy, yet he thought I was saving myself for him.T

The ward was unnervingly quiet.It was so quiet that the rhythm of the IV drip was almost audible.Andy stared at the test report, his brow drawn tight.Then, bit by bit, his expression collapsed.“What does this mean?” His voice was stretched taut.I looked at him and calmly read out the conclusion on the page. “You’ve been confirmed as infected with HIV.”“What?”He jerked his head up to look at me, confusion flooding his eyes. “Say that again?”I didn’t explain further. I simply pushed the report a little closer to him, letting the highlighted lines fall fully into view.Infection confirmed. HIV.His breathing went noticeably ragged.“That’s impossible…” He shook his head instinctively. “The test has to be wrong. I’ve always been healthy. I do comprehensive checkups every year. How could I…”Halfway through, he suddenly stopped, as if something had finally clicked.It had to be because of that girl—the one he had kept close, whom he kept calling “clean,” “innocent,” “nothing like t

The ward remained silent for a long time.In the end, as if all his strength had been drained away, he signed his name on the agreement, his fingers trembling.Five years ago, when I married him, what I signed was a marriage contract.Five years later, what he placed in my hands was half of the Lowe Group, signed away in a document relinquishing control.I put the papers away and stood up.“Cooperate with the treatment,” I said. “I’ll handle the company.”He looked at me, his expression impossibly complex.“Ellen, you’ll stay on my side, right?” he asked quietly.I stopped and looked back at him.“As long as you behave, I’ll stand on your side.”By the time I walked out of the ward, night had fully fallen.Beyond the floor-to-ceiling window at the end of the corridor, the city lights stretched into a sheet of cold white.The assistant had been waiting by the door. Seeing me come out, he stepped forward at once, lowering his voice. “Ma’am, the board has started asking about Mr. Lowe’s c

And I ended the call without hesitation.—The second blade fell on the lovers.I had an entire cabinet of files.Every single one was labeled with meticulous clarity.Time.Place.Money trails.Covert footage.Chat logs.Medical documentation.Cataloged by number, clearly classified.Some were married.Some held positions of power.Some were public figures who lived off carefully crafted personas.I didn’t release everything at once.That would have been letting them off too easily.I chose to deal with them one by one—precise and targeted.The first week.A female lifestyle content creator was exposed for interfering in another person’s marriage. On the sponsorship list, Andy’s name was written in black and white.Partner brands terminated their contracts overnight.The second week.The spouse of a political figure received an anonymous package.Inside was a complete chain of evidence showing her husband’s involvement with multiple women.Family and career collapsed together.The thi