"Rhys, she's jealous! Jealous that I can give you children! Jealous that I'm going to be Mrs. Abbott!"
I dropped the blood-soaked gauze into the medical waste bin, then picked up the surgical record and waved it slowly in front of Rhys. "Mr. Abbott, a ruptured abscess in her lower body triggered sepsis. If your fiancée had arrived forty minutes later, she'd be in the morgue right now."
Before Rhys could take it, Sophie snatched the document away. "Rhys, she's lying! She's framing me on purpose!"
"She knows you divorced her for me, so she's using her position to get revenge!"
Sophie ripped the IV needle from the back of her hand. "Rhys, look—she deliberately missed the vein. She left bruises all over me, even on my neck!"
"She threatened me too! Said she'd leak my medical records to every media outlet so the whole world would know you married someone beneath her!"
I turned my head to look at Sophie.
Her body was indeed covered in purple marks.
But those had been there when she was admitted.
Obviously, they were love bites.