[Planning to run off abroad? We bought our wedding rings, and in the end, I'm still the one laughing.][You, getting a divorce and diagnosed with a tumor, are worse off than a stray dog.]I smiled slightly and replied to him, [Do me a favor and have her sign the divorce papers quickly. Don't make me come back from abroad just to find out she's still someone else's wife and you're still a kept man.]Right after I sent that text message, my phone started vibrating non-stop. John was furious, cursing me viciously.[You only have your privilege to thank. You're just lucky to be born with good parents. What makes you think you can act all high and mighty?][I stole your woman and took your house. Doesn't that bother you?]I responded slowly.[I'm not like you. You had a winning hand and managed to mess it up completely. Me? I might not play it perfectly, but I didn't blow it.]Then, I muted his number.Half a year later, my lawyer contacted me with news about a breakthrough in the
When my wife, Lily Devon, got home, I was taking Paroxetine, medication for depression.Ever since John Clapton reappeared, this suffocating marriage had pushed me from a healthy state into moderate depression.Lily came over, grabbed my pills, and threw them in the trash. "Why do you start taking your meds the second I come home? Stop acting pitiful around me, will you?" she said, tossing a bouquet in front of me. "This is from John.""I asked him what it'd take for him to forgive you, and he was kind enough to say you just need to apologize, and he'll let it go."I looked at the half-wilted flowers on the table. When I smelled them closely, I could sense the foul odor of rotting stems. Three days ago, John had posted this bouquet, captioning it with, [Ah, flowers and a beautiful woman, what a happy afternoon.]The painful memories came rushing back. I picked up a fruit knife to peel an apple, trying to distract myself."I don't want anything from him. It's dirty."Lily frowned
I paused towel-drying my hair and smiled mockingly.Why did I not iron her dress, she asked? In the past, I would have ironed the dresses she planned to wear each day the night before. However, the moment she dragged me out of the car earlier, my body was just starting to recover, and I immediately muted her on my phone.I blinked and found a random excuse."My hand hurts. I couldn't use my phone to check messages."Lily glanced at my bandaged right hand, a strange expression flickering in her eyes. She tossed a tube of ointment in front of me. "This is to stop the bleeding. The doctor said this ointment is effective."I picked up the ointment and looked at it, curling my lip.Unbelievable. It was expired medicine.In mere minutes, Lily's dissatisfied voice echoed in my ears."John is kind-hearted, not petty and malicious like you. He knew you were injured and specially bought this ointment for me to give to you.""No need, tell him to use it himself," I said, tossing the oi
I did not want to engage with Lily any longer, so I made an excuse to go to the restroom.Lily followed me outside."I already explained to you about the house; I promised him that a long time ago. Don't force me to be heartless. Tony, I haven't treated you badly either.""Mmh." I ignored her and went straight into the men's restroom.When I returned, someone new was by her side. John was in my seat, leaning intimately against Lily.I glanced at them and then moved to sit next to Lomi.When John saw me, he gasped. "Oops, sorry, I'm just used to sitting with Lily. You don't mind, do you?"I shook my head. "Actually, I'm pretty grateful you took her off my hands."Lily's face darkened instantly. John's expression tightened as he took a deep breath, forcing a smile. "Lily's no burden. She bought me that million-dollar house without me spending a dime! But I should thank you for being so generous, letting your wife spend money on me."His words made everyone gasp.John was Lily's
I did not know how long I had been unconscious, but when I opened my eyes, the sharp scent of disinfectant hit me.A nurse looked at me in surprise and quickly called the doctor over."Mr. Thompson, we recommend you stay in the hospital for two more days for observation," said the doctor."Thank you," I replied hoarsely.Lily stood awkwardly by my bedside, staring at me with uncertainty. "You have a malignant stomach tumor. Why didn't you tell me? If you had told me, I never would've poured ice water on you—"I cut her off coldly, "Does saying all this make any difference now, Lily? Let's get a divorce."She froze, her eyes immediately reddening. "What do you want to eat? I can have someone bring it. Chicken soup, shrimp pasta, or...?"I looked at her remorseful face, feeling a wave of nausea twist in my stomach.Disgust.Belated affection was worth less than grass."We've been married for three years, and you still don't know I don't like chicken soup or shrimp. I prefer fis
Lily looked at me with disdain."Just look at yourself. You're a mess because of work. You have no sense of style at all. What woman doesn't like a handsome man? If I said I loved you now, would you believe me? If I walked down the street with John next to you, who do you think looks more like my husband?"It was true. Over the past few years, I did not pay much attention to my appearance because of work.Even so, did she ever ask herself who stayed up late with her, night after night, finishing documents after a full day of work? Did she remember who pulled strings to help her secure the big clients she could not land herself? I spent my youth and energy in building her business empire, only for her to despise me now for not dressing well.I always believed that people had hearts, and that with enough effort, she would eventually notice everything I had done.Blinded by love, I failed to see her true nature. If she was a heartless person, all my sacrifices meant nothing to her.
[Planning to run off abroad? We bought our wedding rings, and in the end, I'm still the one laughing.][You, getting a divorce and diagnosed with a tumor, are worse off than a stray dog.]I smiled slightly and replied to him, [Do me a favor and have her sign the divorce papers quickly. Don't make me come back from abroad just to find out she's still someone else's wife and you're still a kept man.]Right after I sent that text message, my phone started vibrating non-stop. John was furious, cursing me viciously.[You only have your privilege to thank. You're just lucky to be born with good parents. What makes you think you can act all high and mighty?][I stole your woman and took your house. Doesn't that bother you?]I responded slowly.[I'm not like you. You had a winning hand and managed to mess it up completely. Me? I might not play it perfectly, but I didn't blow it.]Then, I muted his number.Half a year later, my lawyer contacted me with news about a breakthrough in the
I got in a taxi and finally responded to Lily slowly."I left the divorce papers on the table. Just sign them."She called me back instantly. I did not pick up and instead blocked her number.Two days later, the security guard from my gated community contacted me. "Mr. Thompson, you were right. A woman called Lily is causing a scene at the entrance. She says she's your wife and wants to get in to see you."I casually cracked open some nuts. "Keep her out. Don't let her in."Lily stayed by the guardhouse for three days. On the third day, she finally fainted from exhaustion. To my surprise, after getting an IV drip at the hospital, she came right back to the gate."Tony, I was wrong. Please forgive me!""I've cut ties with John. Come back, and we'll make things work.""I'm begging you. Punish me however you want, just don't divorce me."Lily sent me three voice messages, her tone humble and desperate. I did not reply.On the fifth night, a heavy rainstorm hit. The security guar
Lily looked at me with disdain."Just look at yourself. You're a mess because of work. You have no sense of style at all. What woman doesn't like a handsome man? If I said I loved you now, would you believe me? If I walked down the street with John next to you, who do you think looks more like my husband?"It was true. Over the past few years, I did not pay much attention to my appearance because of work.Even so, did she ever ask herself who stayed up late with her, night after night, finishing documents after a full day of work? Did she remember who pulled strings to help her secure the big clients she could not land herself? I spent my youth and energy in building her business empire, only for her to despise me now for not dressing well.I always believed that people had hearts, and that with enough effort, she would eventually notice everything I had done.Blinded by love, I failed to see her true nature. If she was a heartless person, all my sacrifices meant nothing to her.
I did not know how long I had been unconscious, but when I opened my eyes, the sharp scent of disinfectant hit me.A nurse looked at me in surprise and quickly called the doctor over."Mr. Thompson, we recommend you stay in the hospital for two more days for observation," said the doctor."Thank you," I replied hoarsely.Lily stood awkwardly by my bedside, staring at me with uncertainty. "You have a malignant stomach tumor. Why didn't you tell me? If you had told me, I never would've poured ice water on you—"I cut her off coldly, "Does saying all this make any difference now, Lily? Let's get a divorce."She froze, her eyes immediately reddening. "What do you want to eat? I can have someone bring it. Chicken soup, shrimp pasta, or...?"I looked at her remorseful face, feeling a wave of nausea twist in my stomach.Disgust.Belated affection was worth less than grass."We've been married for three years, and you still don't know I don't like chicken soup or shrimp. I prefer fis
I did not want to engage with Lily any longer, so I made an excuse to go to the restroom.Lily followed me outside."I already explained to you about the house; I promised him that a long time ago. Don't force me to be heartless. Tony, I haven't treated you badly either.""Mmh." I ignored her and went straight into the men's restroom.When I returned, someone new was by her side. John was in my seat, leaning intimately against Lily.I glanced at them and then moved to sit next to Lomi.When John saw me, he gasped. "Oops, sorry, I'm just used to sitting with Lily. You don't mind, do you?"I shook my head. "Actually, I'm pretty grateful you took her off my hands."Lily's face darkened instantly. John's expression tightened as he took a deep breath, forcing a smile. "Lily's no burden. She bought me that million-dollar house without me spending a dime! But I should thank you for being so generous, letting your wife spend money on me."His words made everyone gasp.John was Lily's
I paused towel-drying my hair and smiled mockingly.Why did I not iron her dress, she asked? In the past, I would have ironed the dresses she planned to wear each day the night before. However, the moment she dragged me out of the car earlier, my body was just starting to recover, and I immediately muted her on my phone.I blinked and found a random excuse."My hand hurts. I couldn't use my phone to check messages."Lily glanced at my bandaged right hand, a strange expression flickering in her eyes. She tossed a tube of ointment in front of me. "This is to stop the bleeding. The doctor said this ointment is effective."I picked up the ointment and looked at it, curling my lip.Unbelievable. It was expired medicine.In mere minutes, Lily's dissatisfied voice echoed in my ears."John is kind-hearted, not petty and malicious like you. He knew you were injured and specially bought this ointment for me to give to you.""No need, tell him to use it himself," I said, tossing the oi
When my wife, Lily Devon, got home, I was taking Paroxetine, medication for depression.Ever since John Clapton reappeared, this suffocating marriage had pushed me from a healthy state into moderate depression.Lily came over, grabbed my pills, and threw them in the trash. "Why do you start taking your meds the second I come home? Stop acting pitiful around me, will you?" she said, tossing a bouquet in front of me. "This is from John.""I asked him what it'd take for him to forgive you, and he was kind enough to say you just need to apologize, and he'll let it go."I looked at the half-wilted flowers on the table. When I smelled them closely, I could sense the foul odor of rotting stems. Three days ago, John had posted this bouquet, captioning it with, [Ah, flowers and a beautiful woman, what a happy afternoon.]The painful memories came rushing back. I picked up a fruit knife to peel an apple, trying to distract myself."I don't want anything from him. It's dirty."Lily frowned