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.

When I woke up again, the sharp smell of disinfectant filled the air and I opened my eyes to the hospital’s white walls.

Garren was holding my hand tightly, worry almost spilling from his eyes. “I’m sorry, Linnea. My phone was damaged in the accident and I had to follow the road for a long time to find a place to fix the car. When I came back… I saw you had already fallen on the road. I’m sorry. It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have left you alone in the car.”

He lowered his head, his face full of remorse and regret. On the surface, he looked just like the caring, sincere man from before. But not a single word was true.

A sharp pain spread from my heart throughout my body, as if a blunt knife had been plunged into my chest, making it impossible to breathe.

I suddenly remembered the scene of him and Fenella in the car and nausea surged up. I quickly pulled my hand away.

Garren glanced at my empty hand, stunned and looked at me in confusion.

“I’m hungry.” I didn’t look at him, speaking with a calm, detached tone.

Garren thought I was just being moody and didn’t ask further. He immediately left the room to buy some food.

To me, his current appearance seemed utterly fake. I didn’t even want to glance at him.

Not long after he left, footsteps echoed outside the hospital room. The person walked in slowly, a smile on her face.

“Miss Wirm, you’re really lucky. Being hit by a jeep and yet only suffering minor injuries,” Fenella said, blinking and showing a strange smile.

A chill ran through me and I understood immediately.

I propped myself up, forcing myself to sit despite the pain and gritted my teeth. “How do you know… it was a jeep that hit me?”

Fenella suddenly smiled, her cruel eyes stabbing me like icy needles, her voice deliberately low. “What do you think, Miss Wirm? Of course… it’s because I arranged that car. Too bad, they didn’t complete the job,”

She deliberately leaned close to me and yanked open her collar, revealing a cluster of suggestive marks across her collarbone. “Not only that… why don’t you guess why your husband didn’t come to save you in time?”

Seeing Fenella’s triumphant smile, an uncontrollable fury ignited in my chest, burning so fiercely. I could hardly bear it.

I clenched my teeth, about to speak. Suddenly, Fenella let out a sharp scream, stumbling back and falling to the floor.

Garren appeared almost instantly, pushing me roughly aside and shielding Fenella tightly behind him.

My still-healing wound hit the wall again, splitting open and bleeding afresh.

“Linnea, what are you doing?” Garren shouted angrily, completely unaware that my back was already soaked in blood.

Fenella curled in on herself, casting a fearful, trembling glance at me. Biting her lip lightly, her voice quivered, revealing fragility and helplessness, tears welling in her eyes.

“I… I just heard Miss Wirm got into an accident and wanted to check on her, but she suddenly slapped me,” she said.

I stared at her in disbelief, letting a cold smile curl on my lips. “You hired someone to hit me yourself and now you have the nerve to twist it around and accuse me!”

“Shut up!”

Garren carefully helped Fenella to her feet, his expression turning completely cold. “Who arranged the person who hit you? You know that yourself!”

Then he slammed a stack of photos onto me, sending another wave of indescribable pain through me.

“I investigated. It was you who hired the person to hit yourself! All this painstaking scheming, this self-inflicted act… just because you’re jealous of Fenella and want to get my attention, right?”

I widened my eyes and scanned through the photos, my face pale as I tried to defend myself. “I didn’t! It was Fenella, she…”

“Enough. Look at yourself now—you’re acting like a lunatic.” Garren cut me off coldly, his voice like ice.

After that, he left the hospital room with Fenella, without so much as glancing back at me.

I stood there stunned for a long time. It felt like something was blocking my heart and yet not a single tear could fall from my eyes.