Garren released my shoulder, his face stern and signaled to the side. Several bodyguards immediately rushed forward, forcing me toward the car.

“No!” I screamed in terror. “Fenella’s life is a life—does that mean my child’s life isn’t? Garren! If I had known it would be like this, I would rather have died than marry you!”

I struggled with all my strength, tears streaming down my cheeks. But he remained firmly in the passenger seat, not even turning his head.

My desperate screams choked in my throat, an overwhelming sense of helplessness surged through me, leaving only endless hatred.

Twenty minutes later, I lay on the cold operating table, staring blankly at the glaring white lights above.

For a moment, it felt as if my chest was filled with icy spikes, making it almost impossible to breathe. I couldn’t even tell whether the pain in my body or the pain in my heart was worse.

When I woke up, Garren was by my bedside, gently holding my hand and comforting me. “It’s just one child. We’ll still have more.”

I pulled my hand away coldly, a sharp pain shooting from my abdomen. The pain in my heart reached its peak.

Garren had no idea that the doctor had said my condition made it extremely difficult to conceive. Being able to get pregnant this time was already a miracle. If I terminated the pregnancy, I would never be able to conceive again in my life.

“I had my assistant buy the best supplements. I’m sorry, Linnea… this will be the last time I…”

Garren kept rambling in my ear, but I couldn’t hear a single word.

Before, even if I had a small cut on my finger, he would fuss over me for ages. But now, for another woman, he could hurt me without any restraint, ignoring my wishes, ignoring my body.

I stopped looking at him, lowering my eyes, staring blankly like a lifeless puppet.

At that moment, the doctor who performed my surgery sent a message. [Miss Wirm, this abortion procedure has weakened your vitality. The side effects of memory loss may accelerate.]

In other words, the abortion unintentionally sped up the memory loss…

I composed my expression, masking the swirl of emotions in my eyes and cast a quick, careful glance at the unaware Garren. The divorce had to happen.

It was also time to put the divorce on the agenda. It seemed even fate didn’t want me to stay by his side any longer.

After being discharged from the hospital, I couldn’t wait to have the divorce papers prepared and I steeled myself as I stepped into the villa.

I searched through every room, only to find Garren cooking. Since we got married, this was the first time I had ever seen him in the kitchen.

“Fenella hasn’t had much of an appetite these past few days, so I specially prepared some dishes to suit her taste,” he said, focused as he stirred the food in the pan.

Garren had once said he was a clean freak and hated the smell of cooking oil, claiming he would never set foot in a kitchen. To accommodate him, I had always taken care of all the cooking at home.

At first, I worried he wouldn’t like the food made by the servants, so I practiced cooking every day. Day after day, my hands soaked in oil and smoke became rough and calloused—all just to make meals that would satisfy Garren.

Yet now, he could cook by himself… all for Fenella.

He stayed in the kitchen he hated most for two or three hours… maybe even longer. From washing and chopping vegetables to cooking over the stove, every single detail was under his careful control.

After a while, Garren finally looked up and glanced at me. “Looking for me?”

I clutched the divorce papers in my hand, about to speak, but he interrupted me again. “This is my first time cooking and these are all Fenella’s favorite dishes. Why don’t you taste them for her first?”

With that, he brought the food to my mouth.

I couldn’t help but laugh bitterly in my heart. Three years of marriage and he had never cooked for me—not once, let alone fed me. Now, he finally broke the habit… only to feed another woman.

I tried to refuse, but the steaming food was forced into my mouth.

In an instant, my expression changed— it contained seafood!

I happened to be allergic to seafood. The next second, my throat tightened and I nearly suffocated.I bent over instinctively, my right hand scrambling to grab the stove for support.

Seeing this, Garren instead yanked my hand away and shoved me hard. My body uncontrollably fell to the side, crashing into another stove with a loud bang. Boiling soup instantly spilled over.

I didn’t have time to dodge—my entire hand was scalded, turning red and trembling with sharp, stabbing pain. As I slowly stood up, curling my fingers even slightly made the pain spike.

But Garren didn’t care at all. He only protected the pot, yelling at me. “What are you doing? I spent three hours carefully making this soup for Fenella! What if it spills?”

I stared at his actions in shock, swallowing the sour taste in my throat, my heart gripped by an invisible hand.

He remembered what Fenella liked most, but forgot that I was allergic to seafood.

He worried about spilling the food for Fenella, yet ignored me being burned.

So this… was the “good man” I had loved for seven years, the “good husband” I had been married to for three.

After the allergy symptoms eased slightly, I regained my composure, picked up the other hand and handed him the divorce agreement. “There’s a document here that needs your signature.”

“What document?” Garren sounded impatient, still annoyed by what had just happened.

I took a deep breath and forced a smile. “A housing contract. I plan to move out soon and let Fenella move in, so it will be more convenient for you to take care of her.”

His tightly furrowed brows relaxed slightly. “You finally came to your senses?”

He quickly glanced at me, took the pen and signed it swiftly.

“Yes. I’ve come to my senses.” I kept a smile on my lips, but my eyes were full of mockery.

Hearing this, Garren nodded in satisfaction. He was about to flip the page to look at the document again when a sudden phone ringtone interrupted him.

The screen clearly displayed the name “Fenella.”

Garren immediately tossed the agreement aside and answered the call quickly, a faint smile playing on his face. “Fenella, don’t worry. The soup is ready. I’ll come pick you up right away.”

I stared at him, my heart rising and falling in an instant and I couldn’t help but let out a small sigh of relief.

Fortunately, he hadn’t noticed it was the divorce agreement. By then, I could quietly leave as planned.

After Garren left, I went upstairs alone to pack my things and prepare to leave. In the bedroom, my eyes fell on a ring in the corner.

It was the token of our love that I had given him and also the only keepsake from my grandmother.

My grandmother had once told me that this ring could only be given to the person I truly chose to spend my life with. So I had given it to Garren.

But he never wore it. He even tossed it aside like trash, until it was gradually forgotten. I used to think he simply didn’t like wearing jewelry.

It wasn’t until one day, when I saw him showing off a matching ring with Fenella online, that I understood. Garren didn’t dislike jewelry—he just refused to wear the one I gave him.

I lowered my head and tears suddenly burst forth, falling drop by drop onto the back of my hand like shattered pearls, impossible to restore.

Silently, I picked up the ring and carefully placed it in my jewelry box. If he didn’t want it, then I would take back this ring—along with all the love I had given him.

The next morning, the sweet, toasty smell of butter filled my nose and I groggily opened my eyes.

Going downstairs, I saw Garren preparing breakfast. It was a rare scene.

He gestured for me to sit at the table and brought over a plate of golden-baked almond croissants. I took a small bite—fluffy and delicious, with honey bursting on my tongue, leaving a lingering sweetness.

I casually praised, “Your cooking is pretty good.”

Garren’s expression stiffened, looking a little embarrassed. “The new housemaid made these. She just left. If you like, I can have her make more for you later.”

“No need.” I returned to my cold expression and refused decisively. I should have known—his cooking was only for Fenella.

After breakfast, I wiped my mouth and was about to stand when Garren suddenly called out. “Linnea, there’s something at the company you need to handle. Today… come with me.”

He lowered his eyes, looking almost guilty. “You’ve suffered a lot recently. Once this busy period is over, I’ll make it up to you properly.”

I stayed silent for a moment, then finally nodded. I did need to go to the company—but not to handle work. I was going to submit my resignation.

Garren got out of the driver’s seat and opened the passenger door for me. But I didn’t want to sit so close to him. I walked past him and took a seat in the back.

About twenty minutes later, sleepiness began to take over.

Suddenly, there was a loud crash and the car jolted violently. Caught off guard, I hit the seat in front of me. I lifted my hand to my head and felt the sticky warmth of blood.

Garren slammed on the brakes, anxiously looking back. “The car must have broken down. Don’t worry, Linnea, I’ll go find someone nearby to help and see if there’s a first-aid kit. Stay here and don’t move.”

I nodded and waited in the car for a long time. The air around grew colder and fine raindrops kept seeping in, chilling me to the bone. The wound on my forehead throbbed painfully; the first blood had dried and a new stream began to flow.

I couldn’t bear it anymore and got out of the car. I turned on my phone and found the nearest auto repair shop. After asking around, I realized that no one had come to help at all.

Where had Garren gone?

Holding my wound, I started walking back toward the car.

As I neared it, I heard noises from another car, sounds so intimate that they made my face burn.

“Fenella, how can you cling to me at a time like this?”

Hearing her name, I froze. I looked over in disbelief.

Garren’s eyes were dark and intense, fixed on the delicate figure in his arms, his voice husky with emotion. “Linnea is still waiting for me. She’s hurt… we can’t do this.”

But Fenella smiled and wrapped her soft arms around his arm, leaning close to his ear and whispering. “Don’t worry, she won’t find out. And… it seems too late to say anything now.”

Then, she immediately pressed her delicate lips to his. Garren held her head tightly and they kissed passionately, completely entwined.

I stood outside for a full five minutes. But they were so absorbed in each other and they didn’t notice me at all.

There they were, on the backseat of the car with no privacy at all, acting as if no one else existed.

Seeing this, my whole body began to shake uncontrollably. I bent down and hastily grabbed the nearby wall for support, my stomach churning, nearly making me vomit.

I tore my gaze away, unwilling to look any longer and took a few hurried steps forward.

Suddenly, a sharp metallic clang rang out behind me— and the next second, intense pain shot through my body.

I felt myself flying through the air, then crashing heavily onto the ground.

Darkness enveloped me as I lay in a pool of blood, gradually losing consciousness.