Thank you for being here once, even if you were just a passerby, I can't let go. You can no longer hear anything I say; scenes from our memories keep flashing before my eyes. I have no regrets about having loved, cried, and felt pain; it was all worth it. Thank you for being here once, even if you were just a passerby...our story began just like this.
The sound of water splashing came from the bathroom. Through the door, the silhouette of the man inside could be vaguely seen. That was my husband, Jack Clarke. I sat in the living room, tidying up my clothes.
Every time he came home from work, he would take a shower first. Perhaps it was a doctor's habit to be overly concerned with hygiene. Even after more than two years of marriage, he hadn't changed this habit.
The phone on the coffee table rang with a "ding ding ding," and a message appeared on the screen. I couldn't help but glance at it.
"I'll meet you at the usual place tomorrow."
Looking at the message, I felt a pang of guilt, but I was also puzzled. Who could it be? I couldn't shake the feeling it was from a woman.
Just then, the sound of water stopped abruptly. I quickly put the phone back as if nothing had happened, trying to calm my unease.
He walked out, already dressed neatly.
He said in a flat tone, "I'm leaving."
We had an unspoken rule not to stay over, even though we were married, we both adhered to the rules.
"Could you... not leave tonight?" My voice trembled, my anxiety evident.
For the past two years, my love felt like walking on thin ice, afraid of the slightest disturbance.
"Is there something you need?" he asked, expressionless.
"I have..." Just then, his phone rang, interrupting what I wanted to say. He answered the call and left as he spoke.
That night felt especially long.
The next day, I went to work with dark circles under my eyes. As a hospital front desk clerk, my job was to greet patients and guide them on where to go and what procedures to follow.
My phone rang, it was Josh Blake, the thoracic surgeon.
"Come to the office quickly, your medical exam results are out."
My heart raced as I hurried to the office.
Josh handed me a thick stack of medical reports.
"I told you to get your check-ups on time every year, but you didn't listen. Now it's stage four breast cancer, it's advanced..."
Holding the report, my face turned pale, and I stood there speechless, dumbfounded.
"While the cancer cells haven't spread, you should have a mastectomy as soon as possible. There's a better chance that way."
"Surgery... will it completely cure me?"
"We're doctors, who can guarantee anything one hundred percent?"
"Then I won't do it. I don't want to be incomplete."
I walked to the hospital garden and sat down, looking up at a window on the right. It was Jack's office. I wanted to go to him, but I couldn't.
My phone rang; it was him calling. I felt a flicker of happiness.
"What's up?" I tried to speak in a calm tone.
"Let's get a divorce."
A buzzing sound filled my ears, and I couldn't hear anything else.
"What did you say...?" I couldn't believe my ears and wanted to confirm.
he didn't repeat what he had just said, "I will pack up my things from home and take them when I have time."
"Why? You owe me an explanation," my voice trembled.
"I just don't think we're right for each other anymore. I don't feel anything." He hung up impatiently.
Just those few words, "we're not right for each other," dismissed the years of our relationship. Looking at the report in my hand, I chuckled softly. When it rained, it poured, didn't it?
I muddled through the afternoon at work, unable to focus. To prevent any mistakes, I took leave from the hospital and went home. I needed to calm down as this wasn't a small matter.
Back home, I collapsed onto the sofa, looking at his belongings around the room, reminiscing about our past. He was a highly regarded neurosurgeon, while I was just a humble hospital front desk staff. In this relationship, I always put myself second, but I never complained.
After much thought, I decided to call him. After all those years, why should he be the one to decide on divorce?
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We've been married for three years, but I've never truly had his love. When his childhood sweetheart returned, just as promised, all I was met with were the cold, glaring divorce papers. "If I were carrying our child, would you still choose to divorce?" I asked, holding onto the faintest glimmer of hope, making one last desperate plea. His response, as expected, was just as cold as ever. "Yes." I closed my eyes, choking back tears, and finally chose to let go-to honor his decision. Years later, my heart had turned to ash. Lying in a hospital bed, I trembled as I signed the divorce papers. "Alexander, from this moment on, we owe each other nothing..." What I never saw coming was the ruthless, decisive CEO kneeling at my bedside, his voice hoarse, almost broken, as he pleaded, "Vivienne, don't divorce me... please."
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There was only one man in Raegan's heart, and it was Mitchel. In the second year of her marriage to him, she got pregnant. Raegan's joy knew no bounds. But before she could break the news to her husband, he served her divorce papers because he wanted to marry his first love. After an accident, Raegan lay in the pool of her own blood and called out to Mitchel for help. Unfortunately, he left with his first love in his arms. Raegan escaped death by the whiskers. Afterward, she decided to get her life back on track. Her name was everywhere years later. Mitchel became very uncomfortable. For some reason, he began to miss her. His heart ached when he saw her all smiles with another man. He crashed her wedding and fell to his knees while she was at the altar. With bloodshot eyes, he queried, "I thought you said your love for me is unbreakable? How come you are getting married to someone else? Come back to me!"
Life was perfect until she met her boyfriend's big brother. There was a forbidden law in the Night Shade Pack that if the head Alpha rejected his mate, he would be stripped of his position. Sophia's life would get connected with the law. She was an Omega who was dating the head Alpha's younger brother. Bryan Morrison, the head Alpha, was not only a cold-blooded man but also a charming business tycoon. His name was enough to cause other packs to tremble. He was known as a ruthless man. What if, by some twist of destiny, Sophia's path were to intertwine with his?