How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

It was a chaotic night at Windcharm Villas.

Adelaide, in a state of drunken frenzy, was wavering knife in her hand, gesturing towards her wrist.

The dozen or so guests who had come for the party were utterly shocked; nothing like this had ever happened before.

They had organized many such gatherings, and Adelaide had always played the gracious hostess, never overindulging, always poised and dignified.

The only thing different this time was that Stuart wasn't around.

They had thought this party was Adelaide's way of showing she could handle things even without Stuart around, that she was in control. But they couldn't have been more wrong. Adelaide was drunk and now, alarmingly, contemplating suicide.

Everyone was on edge.

Without Stuart, if anything happened to Adelaide, they would all be in deep trouble.

Barclay tried to approach her, his voice calm but firm, "Adelaide, Stuart is on his way, just put the knife down, please."

Adelaide screamed, "Don't come any closer! I don't want any of you! I only want Stuart!"

and the knife cut across her wrist, blood started to drip down on the

Wait for Stuart, alright?" S~ᴇaʀᴄh the

Hetfield is on his way; he'll be

All of you, just get out! You're all making

deepened,

they did and something happened to Adelaide, they could never forgive themselves. But staying put while Adelaide was so

entrance was like a storm, immediately adding a tense weight

straight up to Adelaide and said coldly,

finally focused on Stuart

eyes filled with vulnerability, "Stuart, you're here. I thought you'd abandoned me. You

was stern, "Give me the

over. Even in her drunken state, she didn't dare refuse

was an inherent fear of him deep

his tone mocking yet dangerously serious, "Very well, resorting to threats of suicide now, Adelaide? Have I been too lenient, making you this

The others barely breathed.

Mr. Hetfield got angry,

in such a distressed state, couldn't help but say, "Stuart, her wrist