Savannah quickly ended the call and pretended to be calm. "Nothing."

Hendrick narrowed his eyes, but didn't press further.

Instead, he calmly suggested, "I know things have been sour between you and Elle because of the sketches. Tomorrow, let's all have fun at the amusement park."

Savannah wanted to say no, but the words caught in her throat.

She remembered how she used to beg him to go to amusement parks with her, and he would always brush her off, saying it was childish.

If she refused too quickly now, it might raise his suspicion.

"Sure," she answered softly.

The amusement park was buzzing with people.

Hendrick stayed close to Chantelle the entire time, buckling her seatbelt on the roller coaster, helping her onto the carousel, even feeding her ice cream by hand.

Savannah trailed behind them like an unwanted shadow.

Then, when Hendrick stepped away to answer a call from work, Chantelle suddenly grabbed Savannah's hand and suggested, "Let's ride the drop tower together, Savannah!"

The latter instinctively pulled her hand back. "I don't want to."

"Come on. Ricky told us to make amends with each other," Chantelle said. She then whispered in Savannah's ear, "Are you still mad about the sketches? You're acting petty, don't you think?"

Curious glances from nearby parkgoers landed on them.

Savannah pressed her lips together, not wanting to cause a scene in public. With no better option, she reluctantly followed Chantelle onto the ride.

As the safety bar locked into place, Chantelle suddenly leaned in with a smirk. "Did you know? Ricky said he's taking me to Viremont once the divorce is—"

Before Savannah could respond, the ride suddenly jolted violently. In the split second the safety harness snapped, she felt the air vanish beneath her.

She and Chantelle were both plummeting from over 30 feet in the air!

Wind howled past her ears as Savannah squeezed her eyes shut in despair. However, the expected pain never came. Instead, she landed in a warm, solid embrace.

When she opened her eyes, she found herself staring into Hendrick's panicked gaze. His arms were wrapped tightly around her waist, his breath coming fast and uneven.

"You…"

Savannah had just spoken when he abruptly let go, as if burned by a realization.

"I grabbed the wrong person," he said stiffly, before turning sharply toward the fallen Chantelle.

"Elle!" he shouted, rushing to her side.

…

In the hospital corridor, a doctor rushed over, his expression tense.

"The patient's experiencing severe blood loss. We need an emergency transfusion. She's RH negative, and the blood bank's nearly out."

Immediately, Hendrick's gaze darted to Savannah. "You're RH negative, too."

It wasn't a question but a statement.

She leaned weakly against the wall, blood still seeping from the gash on her knee. As she met his eyes, she suddenly understood what he meant.

"Donate your blood," he said, stepping closer. "Then I'll agree to cancel the divorce application."

His breath brushed past her ear, carrying that familiar, cold scent. Once upon a time, being this close to him would've made her heart race. Now, all she felt was numbing cold.

When the nurse brought over the blood donation consent form, Savannah signed it without hesitation. She knew that if she refused, Hendrick would grow suspicious.

She couldn't afford that—not with her plan to leave for Alvaria hanging by a thread.

So, the needle pierced her vein, drawing her blood as it slowly filled the bag, one after another.

"We need to stop, she's tapped out!" the nurse exclaimed. "She's already at her limit!"

Savannah's vision blurred, waves of black washing over her eyes. A ringing then filled her ears.

In her haze, she saw Hendrick standing at the bedside, frowning. His lips were moving, but she couldn't make out a single word.

The hospital's stark white walls were almost painful to look at.

After the blood transfusion, the doctor insisted that Savannah stay overnight for observation. Throughout it all, Hendrick never showed once.

Her phone, however, buzzed endlessly. They were photos from Chantelle, most of which displayed Hendrick feeding her soup, sitting by her bedside, and her sneaking a kiss on his cheek while he slept.

Savannah deleted each one without blinking. It turned out that when her heart stopped beating for him, the pain would magically disappear as well.

On the final day of the divorce waiting period, Savannah woke up early. Sunlight streamed through the curtains as she packed the last piece of clothing into her suitcase.

The flight ticket to Alvaria sat quietly in her bag, and the departure time was 3:00 pm.

Right then, the doorbell rang. Hendrick stood at the door, suit sharp as ever, like he had just stepped out of an important meeting.

"Chantelle's out of the woods," he said flatly. "I'm a man of my word, so I'm coming with you to cancel the divorce."

Savannah stared at him quietly.

"But…" he added, "if you mess up again, I'll file for divorce without hesitation."

She almost laughed at the possibility of that. It wouldn't happen again because she would finally be living her life for herself, away from him.

The car ride to the courthouse was quiet. When they pulled up at the entrance, Savannah gripped the strap of her bag tightly.

"We're here." Hendrick unbuckled his seatbelt and said, "Let's get this over with. Once we're done, I need to head back to the hospital for Elle."

Savannah glanced at the familiar glass doors of the courthouse. Her fingers subconsciously traced the edge of her phone.

She had to get rid of him somehow—he couldn't go in with her!

"I—"

As soon as she spoke, his phone rang.

"Elle?" Hendrick frowned as he answered the call. "What's wrong? It's okay, don't cry. I'll be right there."

He ended the call and turned to Savannah. "She's not doing well. I need to go now. Just go in, cancel the filing, and text me when you're done."

She lowered her gaze, hiding the wave of relief washing over her. "Okay."

It wasn't until she watched his car speed off that she turned and walked into the courthouse.

The familiar clerk smiled and greeted her, "Mrs. Cook, here to cancel your application again?"

"No," she answered, pulling out the prepared documents from her bag. "I'm here to pick up the divorce certificate today."

Back home, Savannah placed the divorce certificate belonging to Hendrick on the coffee table, then grabbed her suitcase.

The door closed softly behind her, but it felt like a knife cutting through seven years of hopeless dreams.

The sun was shining bright on her way to the airport. She rolled down the car window, slowly closed her eyes, and breathed in the air of freedom.

Goodbye, Hendrick.

This time, she was giving up on him for good.

Julie Stamford and Samuel Lloyd had been childfree by choice for five years. One day, Samuel suddenly adopted a pair of twins.

He told Julie to treat them like her own, saying that he planned to leave his multibillion-dollar estate to them.

Julie thought he had changed his mind about not having kids, so she went to the hospital to have her IUD removed and start preparing for pregnancy.

However, the doctor gave her a shocking diagnosis. Her uterus had been removed five years ago.

…

"Some women are born without a uterus. But Ms. Stamford, that's not your case. Yours was surgically removed," the doctor said cautiously.

Julie was completely stunned. She'd only had one surgery in the past five years, which was the insertion of an IUD. Samuel had been there with her the whole time.

Normally, that procedure didn't require general anesthesia. However, he'd used his status to pressure the hospital into giving her the most expensive general anesthetic, just because he couldn't bear to see her in pain.

Could it be that her uterus was removed during that surgery?

It was impossible. Samuel had waited outside the operating room the entire time. How could the hospital dare to do something like that?

Julie was lost in thought when Samuel's elder sister, Abby Lloyd's voice suddenly echoed from nearby.

"Sam, this is way out of line. Bringing those illegitimate children home was bad enough, and now you're bringing Cynthia in too? Are the two of you planning to carry on your affair right under Julie's nose?

"Abby, we're not having an affair," Samuel said with a dark expression.

"Cindy once saved my life. Being good to her is just repaying a debt."

"Repaying a debt by having Cynthia give birth to a pair of twins for you? Sam, a man can't be such a jerk. There has to be a bottom line."

"That wasn't my choice," Samuel said angrily.

"Cindy's father was gravely ill at the time, and his only wish before he died was to see Cindy married with children. I owed her my life. Giving her a child was the least I could do. I didn't have a choice."

"Repaying a debt again? So, you secretly married her behind Julie's back, then tricked Julie into getting an IUD, and used that chance to have her uterus removed?"

That one sentence hit Julie like a bolt of lightning. Her vision went dark. She could barely stay on her feet.

The one who had removed her uterus was Samuel?

"Abby, Julie was scared of the pain. Childbirth is painful. I couldn't bear to let her suffer. And besides, when we went for the exam, the doctor said she had uterine fibroids. If we didn't remove them, it could've been life-threatening. Things turned out fine, didn't they? Cynthia gave birth to twins. Our family has heirs now.

"Julie didn't have to go through the pain of childbirth, and she's no longer in any danger. As for Cindy, she's been diagnosed with a terminal illness. She won't live much longer. After all, she gave me a son and a daughter. I couldn't just let her die all alone, so I wanted to bring her home to spend her last days with us."

Samuel acted as if he were doing it for everyone's best interest. "What I'm doing might seem a bit absurd, but it actually benefits everyone. Abby, just don't say anything to Julie. Cindy only has one week left. After that, everything will be over."

Julie had no idea how she made it back home. She just felt cold. The house that had once felt warm now chilled her to the bone.

The house was filled with memories of her and Samuel. Julie had always believed that Samuel was the man who loved her most in the world. They had kissed under the aurora, skydived hand-in-hand from thousands of feet up, and embraced while diving deep into the ocean to gaze at the underwater starry sky...

Samuel was the heir to a prominent, wealthy family. His status normally wouldn't allow him to do such extreme sports. But Julie loved them, so he always went along.

He once held her tightly and expressed his deep affection. "For you, I'd risk anything. As long as you're by my side, even if I have to die right away, I'll have no regrets. I'll only ever love you."

The vows he once made had now soured and gone stale.

Julie broke down. She couldn't bear the sight of those fake memories any longer. She lit the fireplace and started burning everything they'd once shared one by one.

As she was burning them, Samuel suddenly returned with Cynthia Morgan by his side. She looked pale and frail in a hospital gown.

"Julie, this is Cynthia Morgan. You know her. She's my mentor's daughter." Samuel barely noticed what Julie was burning. A gentle smile was on his face, and lies flowed effortlessly from his lips.

"Her parents passed away. Cindy's all alone, and she has late-stage lymphoma… She doesn't have much time left. I couldn't leave her to die alone in a hospital. That's why I brought her back here to recuperate. Don't worry, Julie. I've hired a full-time maid to take care of her. You don't need to do anything. Just pretend she's not even here."

Between the lines, Samuel had clearly already made the decision. He never intended to discuss it with Julie.

"Alright." Julie tossed the last photograph into the fireplace. It turned to ash in seconds, just like their marriage.