The Diary of a Newlywed Wife - Chapter 9: Chapter 9

I blinked awake to the sterile white ceiling of a hospital room—this time in what looked like a real medical facility. To my shock, Wesley Evans was sitting at my bedside.
As the pieces fell into place, I learned the truth: Two years ago, Vincent Roland had been living with his first love, Sophia Valentine. But their dreams pulled them in opposite directions—Sophia was determined to chase her career overseas, while Vincent refused to leave the country. The tension between them grew until it shattered their relationship.
Heartbroken and lost, Vincent spiraled into depression. Then he met me. Six months ago, convinced love was a lost cause, he decided to bury the past and marry me.
But just before our wedding, Vincent confessed to his best friend Wesley that the woman he truly loved had always been Sophia—not me.
Wesley was stunned.
From the moment he first saw me, Wesley had been drawn to me. But with me about to marry Vincent, he kept his feelings locked away, silently wishing me happiness.
I, of course, had no idea. Wesley watched from the sidelines, quietly furious on my behalf.
Then, three months ago, after Vincent's car accident, his ex-girlfriend "Sophia" suddenly reappeared.
She claimed to be dying of uremia—her only hope, a compatible organ donor.
Vincent soon discovered my kidney was a perfect match. Still obsessed with her, he plotted to trick me into going abroad, where he could force me into donating my kidney to save her.
That way, he and Sophia could be together forever.
What Vincent didn't know? It was all a scam. The real Sophia Valentine had died in an accident overseas two years earlier. A fraud syndicate had stolen her identity, slowly manipulating Vincent into their scheme.
One drunken night, Vincent accidentally spilled his plan to Wesley. Horrified, Wesley knew he had to save me.
That same evening, while Vincent was out, Wesley brought me tonic wine, hoping to help me escape. But Vincent returned unexpectedly—leading to the chaos that followed.
With no other choice, Wesley secretly tipped off the police. As it turned out, authorities were already tracking the syndicate.
Everything after that—Vincent taking me abroad, the undercover surveillance—was under police control. Even Wesley had been on that flight.
The insurance policy? A warning from Wesley.
The missing ring? Wesley had taken it from Vincent, who had planned to secretly give our custom wedding ring to "Sophia."
Wesley wanted me to see the truth: Vincent's heart had never been mine.
Soon after, the syndicate was dismantled, and justice was served.
Back home, Vincent broke down in tears, begging forgiveness for the irreparable damage he'd caused. We divorced quietly.
I left the city behind, starting fresh where no one knew my past.
Then Wesley found me.
He laid his heart bare, promising to love only me for the rest of his life—to never betray me.
Listening to his words, I simply smiled.