Divorced the CEO After His Mistress Tried to Kill Me

Leo James crashed while picking up my car. Fractured tibia.

By the time I reached the hospital, a girl with swollen, tear-streaked eyes was shrieking at me:

"Who do you think you are, making Mr. James fetch your car? If you hadn't been too lazy to go yourself, he never would've gotten hurt!"

"Do you have any idea that Mr. James fractured his leg? That he bruised his ribs?"

Her tone dripped with self-righteousness—like she was scolding a servant who'd stepped out of line.

It wasn't just me. Every friend and relative who'd come to visit Leo stood frozen, staring.