Waking Up at Twenty-Six：Divorcing My Billionaire Ex
Language: en
I had been unconscious in the hospital for three whole days. When I opened my eyes, my phone screen was still glowing, stuck on the pinned chat on SnapChat. Three days ago, I had bombarded him with voice messages. My final text had been completely hysterical: [Julian, if you dare go to Mandy’s press conference today, I’ll crash my car into the guardrail!] Ten minutes later, he had replied with three chilling words: [Suit yourself.] I pressed my fingers against my throbbing temples, my mind a complete blank. Julian? Mandy? Why on earth would I crash my car into a guardrail? My memories were…