Chapter 6

Leticia had no idea how long she had been unconscious. By the time she woke up, she was already in the hospital. She opened her eyes to see the worried Tristan by her side. The moment she saw him, she felt her heart being wrenched in immense pain once again. Every word Tristan had texted to Chelsea, every time he had flirted with her… The evidence of his adultery was plunged into Leticia's heart like sharp blades. Tears streamed down her cheeks all of a sudden. She opened her mouth, soon realizing that she couldn't utter a word. The pain flaring from Leticia's chest was so intense that she thought she was about to die on the spot. All she could do was clutch her chest while biting her lower lip desperately. Silent sobs escaped from her lips at the same time. Tristan was stunned when he saw how terrible Leticia looked. He rang the doctor over in a fit of panic before enveloping her in a tight hug. "Letty, are you in pain? Don't be scared! I'm here now! I'll always stay by your side!" All the doctors in the hospital crowded around Leticia as they performed check-ups on her anxiously. After a series of check-ups, the doctors finally drew a uniformed conclusion. "Mr. Colton, Mrs. Colton has been afflicted with aphasia due to an emotional trigger." Tristan froze instantly. A dark glint crossed his eyes instantly. "Who? Who was the one that triggered Letty?" After that, he summoned his assistant. There, he announced that he'd tear through the entire city just to find the one who had hurt Leticia greatly. The assistant left the ward in a hurry after that. Soon, Tristan and Leticia were the only ones left in the ward. Leticia remained trapped in Tristan's arms. No matter how much he comforted her, she remained unmoved. All she did was cry quietly as though she was a living marionette. Needless to say, Tristan was extremely anxious. He could only hold her tightly while whispering comforting words into her ear. "Letty, what happened to you? Please tell me, okay? Who hurt you? I'll subject that person to a fate that's a hundred times worse than what they've done to you!" Tears continued running down Leticia's cheeks silently. She bit her lower lip so much that it began bleeding. The one who hurt her the most was also the one she loved the most. Tristan skipped work in the next few days just so he could focus on taking care of Leticia at the hospital. Still, her condition remained the same. She didn't show any trace of emotion, nor did she utter a word. That was when Tristan remembered that Leticia loved eating the pastries from Southern Journ whenever she had a bad appetite. So, he drove all the way there to buy the pastries. Surprisingly enough, Chelsea dropped by to visit Leticia during Tristan's absence. Leticia's current condition seemed to please Chelsea greatly. She smiled as she placed the bunch of white lilies in a vase sitting on the nightstand. Clearly, she looked quite smug. "Leticia, I bought your favorite white lilies. You must be wondering why I know you like white lilies, right? That's because you and I share the same favorite flower. That's why Tristan buys me a bouquet of white lilies whenever he buys white lilies for you!" When Leticia recalled the memory of Tristan returning home with a bouquet of flowers every night, she felt extremely nauseous all of a sudden. She gazed at Chelsea, noting the smugness on the latter's face. "Leticia, you and Tristan have been together for seven years. It doesn't matter how much he loves you—at the end of the day, he's tired of sleeping with you. "Men are all the same. They like keeping things fresh. Tristan told me before that he prefers having sex with me rather than you." Every word Chelsea uttered was filthy yet ruthless. Leticia's heart trembled after hearing everything Chelsea had to say. She kept trembling the whole time, her hands already curled into fists. She didn't even notice the way her nails dug into her palms. Chelsea continued maintaining her overly casual façade as she dug out her phone from her pocket. After locating a few photos, she passed her phone to Leticia. "Look at the photos, Leticia. Were you and Tristan this wild in bed?" Leticia did her best to escape from Chelsea's phone. In the end, she couldn't stop herself from glancing at the screen. The moment her eyes focused on the bare bodies being entwined with each other on the screen, she couldn't hold her nausea back anymore. As a result, she began dry heaving while leaning to the side of the bed.