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!"

drunk and agitated she was, and the knife cut across her wrist, blood started to

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quickly added, "Mr. Hetfield is on his way; he'll be here

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the cut deepened, and

But staying put while Adelaide was so distraught seemed equally risky. At that moment, a figure strode into

like a storm, immediately adding a tense weight to the

straight up to Adelaide and said

focused on Stuart standing

eyes filled with vulnerability, "Stuart, you're here. I thought you'd abandoned me. You wouldn't leave me

stern, "Give

her drunken state, she didn't dare refuse or use suicide to

was an inherent fear of him

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

The others barely breathed.

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Adelaide in such a distressed state, couldn't help but say, "Stuart, her wrist is still bleeding. Maybe see a