Chapter 3

Chapter 3

I didn't sleep all night. I took some painkillers and lay in bed, watching the sky outside the window gradually light up.

I heard William Green get up, but I didn't move.

He had a weak stomach and always had noodles for breakfast, but now, that was no longer my concern.

"I'll take care of everything today, and tomorrow we'll go take care of the divorce procedures. Just stay home and be good," William said.

His voice was gentle, as if he was afraid of disturbing the person on the other end of the phone.

I turned my head and stared at him for a long time.

Good.

There was finally someone who deserved his tenderness.

William hung up the phone and sat down at the dining table. I was sitting in the living room.

After a while, he picked up the sticky note I had left and sneered: "What kind of trick are you playing now?"

I typed on my phone and showed it to him: "We should end this the same way we started. That way, we have a proper beginning and a proper end."

Whatever we had done on the day we got our marriage certificates, we would do the same today.

It was a way to draw a final line under this marriage.

It might not be a perfect ending, but at least it had closure.

William's expression turned complicated.

In the end, he chose to agree.

After all, this was the only request I had made—he couldn't very well refuse it.

Besides, William was terrified that I would cause a scene.

Enduring one more day to get the divorce certificate and give the girl he loved a legitimate status was a good deal for him.

I continued typing: "You made breakfast that day."

William frowned and turned to head into the kitchen.

The sound of him washing vegetables started and then stopped.

He came back out: "You helped too."

I replied: "But I'm hurt now. I can't touch cold water."

I held out my wrist to show him the scrape I had gotten.

"How did you get that?" William asked anxiously, reaching out as if to take my arm.

I pulled back immediately.

Because of the chemotherapy, I was now nothing but skin and bones. But even so, I didn't want him to touch me.

I thought he was dirty.

When I got into the car accident yesterday, I had called him.

But do you know what he said?

"It's just a car accident. You're fine, aren't you? Why are you putting on this poor act!"

That one sentence had drained the last bit of affection I had left for him.

So in his eyes, I was just a lowly woman using a car accident to gain sympathy.

This was the man I had loved for a full fifteen years.

William looked annoyed: "I'm sorry, I thought..."

Thought what? That I was playing some kind of trick?

If I had really not wanted a divorce, I wouldn't have deliberately caused a scene a month ago to force him to bring up the divorce.

For someone whose heart was already gone, no matter how pitiful I acted, I couldn't keep him.

And he wasn't even worth it.

I didn't want to hear him say "I'm sorry" anymore.

Since he had cheated on me, he had said those words countless times. If he was sorry, why did he do it in the first place? And if he had done it, why bother saying sorry?

From the very beginning, those three words had only ever been for his own sake.

He should thank his lucky stars that I was in the late stages of cancer. Otherwise, I would never have let him off so easily!

He brought over the first-aid kit and stood there awkwardly, looking at me.

"Why didn't you go to the hospital to get this bandaged? If you don't want me to touch you, then do it yourself."

I nodded, pulled the first-aid kit over, and turned my back to him to dress the wound.

William spent a long time in the kitchen before finally finishing breakfast.

He looked a little embarrassed: "I haven't cooked in a long time. I don't know if it tastes any good."