Waking Up at Twenty-Six：Divorcing My Billionaire Ex

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?