During the holiday trip, we encountered a landslide.

As a member of the search and rescue team, my boyfriend rushed to rescue his childhood sweetheart who was unharmed in the car, while I was trapped under a boulder.

Watching him walk away with his childhood sweetheart in his arms, I was utterly disappointed.

Afterward, his childhood sweetheart made a heartfelt confession on Instagram: [I can never repay his life-saving grace, so I'd like to offer myself to him. Will he accept me?]

All my friends were waiting to see my reaction.

I replied sarcastically: [Thank you for taking out the trash for me.]

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One week after I was hospitalized, William Anderson finally remembered that he had a wife.

But he didn't come to care for me but to seek justice for his childhood sweetheart.

"What did you mean by that statement you posted on Sally's Instagram yesterday? You're 30 years old. Can't you be more mature?"

I retorted with a smile, "Yeah, I'm 30, and you're 32. Why do you still act like a child every day and treat flirtation as friendship?"

He raised his hand in anger, while I lifted my chin and looked straight at him.

I had been in the media circle for many years, naturally with a strong presence.

He was somewhat timid when he saw the way I looked, retracting his hand.

It had always been like that. When he was unhappy, he hit and scolded me.

I never resisted because I loved him. I had loved him for 15 years.

But things were different now. Through what had happened that day, I suddenly realized that this man didn't even care about my life.

I didn't want to endure it anymore.

So, I said again, "I'm injured. As my husband, shouldn't you care about me? Yet you come here and accuse me arrogantly?"

William sneered and glanced at my right hand wrapped in gauze, saying, "Psycho! You are injured, but Sally was frightened. Physical wounds are easy to heal. Can you take responsibility for her emotional damage?"

Me?

On that day off, I made an appointment with William for a self-driving trip. Sally Moore heard about it and insisted on joining us.

William suddenly had something to deal with as a member of the search and rescue team.

So, Sally and I went first.

There was a sudden heavy rain on the way, and I suggested turning back, but Sally insisted on continuing.

She even asked me to get out of the car to check the situation. Otherwise, how could that happen?

I told William all those. He was instantly choked. He snorted coldly, then walked out of the ward.

The other bedside table was filled with flowers and fruits, but only mine was empty.

William didn't even think about bringing me anything.

Knowing that my right-hand nerves were damaged and I could no longer hold a camera, William called me the next second.

He angrily scolded me, "Annie Taylor, even if you lie, there should be a limit, right? How could you deceive me? You made me go and ask Sally, making her cry for an hour!"

Seeing that I didn't say anything, he grew even angrier. "I don't care. It's your fault for defaming Sally. Come and apologize to her!"

I sneered, "Apologize? Then what about my hand being disabled? Who will apologize to me?"

"How can you be so dramatic? Your hand was just slightly injured by a stone. How could it be disabled?"

"Think whatever you want."

I hung up the phone.

Soon after, William bombarded me with texts.

I found it annoying, so I put my phone on silent.

I didn't block him as it was the last bit of dignity I left for this relationship.

My hand was injured and I couldn't hold a camera or become a journalist, so I had to find another way out.

I called my college friend.

"Henry, do you still need people for the screenwriting project you mentioned last time?"

When Henry Jackson heard that I finally changed my mind and agreed to participate in their project, he was overjoyed and promptly arranged for an assistant to talk to me.

After being with William, I voluntarily gave up a lot of things.

To be closer to him, I applied for a job as a journalist in a different field.

But in reality, my major was screenwriting, and I won awards for many projects I did with Henry and the others in college.

"Then let's have a pleasant cooperation."

I wasted 15 years of my youth for William.

Now, I wanted to reclaim all that time.

I spent another half a month in the hospital.

During this period, William never appeared.

He just sent me a good morning message at a fixed time every day.

He never used to message me, even when I shared my daily life with him.

Does he think he is making peace by doing this?

What a joke! He can't even be bothered to type a few extra words.

Who would believe his sincerity in seeking peace?

On the day of my discharge, he called me for the first time.

"Where are you now? There's a new Japanese restaurant that's really good. You'll definitely like it. I'll come pick you up."

In the past, I would have eagerly agreed.

And then I would have awaited his arrival with joy.

Now that I thought about it, it was just ridiculous.

But considering that my hand was injured and it was inconvenient for me to drive, I replied to him, "Still at the hospital."

He said, "See you in 15 minutes."

I hadn't gotten used to writing with my left hand yet. After completing the discharge procedures, I checked the time and found it was already half an hour later.

I packed my things and went out to take a taxi.

I heard the sound of a message notification.

It was sent by Sally.

[William is nice, and his figure is even better. He just helped me move and is taking a shower at my place. Annie, do you mind?]

It also came with a picture.

The hazy frosted glass reflected William's figure.

The last trace of hope lingering in my heart was completely extinguished the moment I saw the picture.

I replied to Sally, [We haven't even divorced yet, and you're already enjoying being the other woman?]

I took a taxi but didn't go back to the house of me and William.

Instead, I went to the apartment I bought before getting married.