02

Emily

I put my phone away, suppressed the excruciating pain in my heart, the burning sensation in my body, and forced myself to Rose from the couch. I ascended the stairs to get my bag from the bedroom, and soon I returned, making my way out of the house. I stepped out of the house, hailed a cab and went directly to the coffee shop not far from the hospital.

My mind is made up, I won't just sit and continue being a bank of blood for someone who doesn't even value me. I have tried everything to make him love me, and now it's time to move on with my life. Four years are not four months.

With each passing second, Ryan still hadn’t shown up. I am not leaving until he does. As I waited, my phone buzzed twice, it was Ryan calling. I didn’t answer, thinking he would call a third time. But he didn’t.

I sat there, pale, the pain from earlier still engulfing my body. An hour later, Ryan finally appeared, just like I had thought when I didn't pick his calls. He is slow to see his mistakes.

He was exuding coldness, while walking up to me expressionlessly. He looked down on me condescendingly, his gaze was full of fury, but I didn't care.

I stare at him in return, not casting my gaze away, waiting to hear what he had to say regarding the text message I sent him. If he asks me to stay, I don't think I will be able to do that when I have never received any form of love.

"What exactly are you unhappy about?" He inquired, the coldness evident in his tone. "I know you have given a lot of blood this month, but I have compensated you."

He is still dumb as ever to realize I didn't just marry him because of the agreement we had between us. It has nothing to do with the damn money he's been compensating me with. His attention was all I seek for, his love, but Zara got it instead. How stupid of me to think he will make me stay.

"This is the divorce papers, sign it, and let me leave." I looked up, staring directly into his cold eyes, my voice calm. I no longer wanted to say anything more to him.

What we were saying was never the same thing. It wasn't from the start, I just wanted him to love me.

I looked at the man in front of me, with his distinct features, handsome and upright, which had once made people infatuated. But he had never looked kindly on me. He was always cold when it comes to me.

In the past, I was always careful not to upset him, but now, when I saw him again, my heart was stone-cold.

"Emily, I hope you don't regret this! You are asking for something you should have never brought up." It sounded like a threat to me.

I scoffed, casting him a furtive stare. "If there's anything I regret most is marrying you four years back." I responded, careful, watching his expression to see his reaction.

He opened his mouth to utter a word, but close it back.

I let out a miserable smile, knowing in my heart that it couldn't have been clearer, but I need him to see me as someone who doesn't seem affected by her decision.

I had already hit the ground running on Ryan's path, and it was enough, really enough.

It was almost time to go home, and the line had already disappeared, leaving us as the last couple.

In the blink of an eye, four years of marriage had come to an end. Who would have thought a day like today will come?

I watch as he pulled out a pen from his pocket pants, without hesitating, he's signature was already on the papers.

As I watched him sign the papers, a new pain rose in my heart, and the little joy I had left vanished into thin air, leaving me unable to breathe.

My heart trembled the moment I received the signed document from him. Finally, it's over. It still feels like a dream, but I know I'm not dreaming.

He didn't say anything to try to change my mind, and he didn't even look at me again.

"Let's go to the hospital."

He hadn't forgotten my last value In his life. This is the only place I come in as his wife.

I tilted my head slightly and suddenly laughed. "Ryan, even if she dies in front of me in the future, I won't waste a single drop of blood."

"Zara is sick, and you are leaving her like that? Don't forget the conditions you agreed to when you married into this family."

Why is he bringing up the past when he already signed the divorce papers? Who cares about what happened to her?

my heart felt like it had been pierced by a sharp weapon, and I was overwhelmed by pain.

Yes, I married him because I was precious and rare with panda blood, and because I had promised that I could donate blood whenever Zara needed it.

I looked at him with flashing eyes, and the man's gaze beneath his sword-like brows carried the usual indifference.

My smile widened, and I laughed insolent and coldly. I should have understood long ago that I was nothing more than a lowly mobile blood bank.

"Ryan, I really don't want your wife's position. Don't worry, this is the last time I will donate blood."

I smiled meaningfully, took one last look at him, and turned to leave.

Without waiting for Ryan to speak, I went straight to the hospital, found Zara's VIP room, and pushed the door open.

Several doctors and nurses were gathered around her, carefully asking her if she was still feeling unwell. Such a pretend, I doubt she will ever change.

When she saw me come in, her eyes flashed, and an expression of joy immediately appeared on her face.

"Emily, you have come. You are not angry with me, are you? I'm not well.”

I strode over, my gaze gloomy and cold. Who cares if she's sick? I'm sure this is her way to drain me out of blood.

"I knew Ryan wouldn't leave me alone. He's like my brother, always protecting me since I was a little girl. Emily, please don't take it personally. If I have caused any discord between you, I am genuinely sorry. Don't blame him, if you must blame someone, blame me."

'Such a pretend' My subconscious muttered.

I had to be straightforward, she can't keep feigning her true colors when I know she's not real. I know what she's capable of doing.

“You sent me that text, didn't you?” I inquired. But I didn't need her answer at all, before I slapped her hard in the face, her cheeks turning red.