I ignored her tears and said, “If you really see me as a daughter, then you should understand. As a woman, it’s not easy to fight
for my marriage.”
In the past, whenever Jason had been up to something shady, I would go to her, pouring out my heart, and she’d comfort me with
empty words.
“Since you chose to marry Jason, you have to understand him. He’s a doctor, always so busy. It’s not easy for him,” she’d say.
The day before the trial, Jason came to see me again. This time, he seemed more composed.
“I’ve completely cut ties with Zara,” he said, looking at me earnestly.
I raised an eyebrow. “So?”
He bit his lip, thinking for a moment before speaking again. “There’s no such thing as a perfect man, but I’ve changed. I swear I’ll never hurt you again.”
I stared at him coldly. “If you truly feel guilty, sign the divorce papers. Don’t drag this on.”
His eyes grew red with anger, and he grabbed me by the waist. “Have you fallen for someone else?”
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I struggled to free myself from his grip and stepped back. “Yes, you’re right. I don’t love you anymore.”
It was almost laughable. I had already filed for divorce, yet Jason still seemed to think I was just throwing a tantrum. He never
doubted my love for him, which was why he felt entitled to hurt me without remorse.
The man, usually so proud, bowed his head, tears streaming down his face and falling onto my hand. It made me feel filthy.
He cried for what seemed like forever, before finally looking up at me with resolve in his eyes.
“All of this is because I’ve been caring for patients,” he said, his voice shaky. “I’m quitting being a doctor. Will you please not
leave me?”
I frowned. “You really don’t need to-”
Before I could finish, he pulled out a scalpel from behind him and, without hesitation, stabbed it into his right hand.
“I’m quitting being a doctor, Wynter. Please, don’t leave me,” he pleaded, his voice raw with desperation.
Blood started dripping onto the floor, but he seemed oblivious to the pain, holding out his mangled hand to me.
“Wynter… my hand is ruined. I can’t be a doctor anymore. I’ll stay by your side. Please?”
I pulled back, avoiding his touch, and dialed 911.
As I turned to leave, I cast him a cold look. “I don’t feel sorry for you. My only concern is for the patients waiting for your
surgeries. Jason, you’re not just a jerk. You’re completely irresponsible. Divorcing you was the best decision I ever made.”
After the divorce, I returned to work, and my career flourished.
Jason, after ruining his hand, sank into a life of despair.
Zara’s surgery had failed, and she didn’t make it through the New Year.
Jason called me repeatedly, changing numbers each time, crying and apologizing, begging me to take him back.
Eventually, I changed all my contact details and cut ties with the past.
Five years after the divorce, Lucian knocked on my door and got down on one knee.
“I don’t want to wait any longer to do this,” he said softly.
I placed my hand in his.
Outside, the sun was shining, and it was a perfect day.
