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Now, in the hospital room, Lucas stared at the divorce papers, love you so much, how could I ever divorce you?”
Chioe had been by his bedside the whole time, attentively
his face contorted with pain. “How could this happen? How is this possible? I
pic for him.
Her dedication made even me, his current wife, feel inadequate,
“Lucas, you promised to marry me, to help me through this…” Chloe’s voice was soft and pitiful.
“Chloe, I’ve always seen you as a good friend. The person I love is my wife, Olivia.” Lucas cut her off before she could finish.
Chloe’s eyes welled up with tears. She tried to hold his hand, but he forcefully pushed her away.
He frowned and said coldly, “Don’t touch me!”
Of course, his memories were stuck three years ago, when he still loved me.
How ironic.
I stood far from his hospital bed, my face expressionless.
You’ve always been the one asking for a divorce. I’m not lying. After you’re discharged, contact me and we’ll go finalize the paperwork.”
He looked up at me, his gaze fixed. He seemed hurt by my cold attitude, his expression revealing rare confusion and bewilderment, with a hint of incomprehension and pleading.
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In the past, I hated seeing such an expression on my man’s face, but now my heart was as cold as stone.
Despite his heartfelt words to me-
“Olivia, you promised you’d always be by my side.”
“I love you.”
“There’s nothing between Chloe and me. There must be some misunderstanding.”
“Please don’t divorce me, okay?”
I shook my head and quickly walked out of the room, leaving the hospital.
The pain was unbearable.
Perhaps three years ago, his dream really was to marry me.
And I had wholeheartedly wanted to grow old with him.
But less than six months after I graduated college and married him, all he could think about was how to divorce me and give Chloe his name.
I had long known that Chloe was his girlfriend of eight years. Her sudden departure years ago had left him heartbroken, which led him to fall
in love with me.
Now that Chloe was back, and in such a sickly state, of course he wanted to give her his name.
Unfortunately, he had forgotten all this.
But I hadn’t!
How could I forget how many times I had cried over these three years? How many times I had called him, begging him to come home, only to be met with a casual “Chloe’s not feeling well, I need to stay with her.
