The day Christina was discharged from the hospital happened to be her birthday.

A double celebration. Lucien spared no expense, booking the most luxurious hotel in the city to throw her a grand birthday party.

The extravagance left the guests in awe. Lucien's group of friends even prepared thoughtful gifts for her. But Christina remained indifferent. After what had happened, she couldn't bring herself to like any of them.

They didn't think much of it, merely assuming she was still weak from her illness.

Soon, it was time to cut the cake and make a wish.

Lucien stood behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. Guiding her hand to slice the cake, he asked softly, "Christina, it's your birthday today. What do you wish for?"

In the past, she would've shaken her head and said nothing. Back then, having his love had felt like enough.

But now, her desire was clear—to leave him and never see him again.

She lifted her eyes to meet his affectionate gaze. "If I make a wish, will you really make it come true?"

Lucien paused, then smiled tenderly. "Of course."

Christina smiled back, but the warmth didn't reach her eyes. "In that case, I have three wishes."

His smile deepened, full of indulgence. "Alright. Tell me what you want, and I'll give it to you."

Christina turned and pulled a blank sheet of paper from her bag.

"My first wish is for you to sign this paper."

The room fell silent. Gasps echoed among the guests.

Everyone in their circle knew that people of their status avoided signing blank documents at all costs. It could be catastrophic if someone used it against them.

Lucien was meticulous by nature. Signing this would be madness.

Yet, to everyone's astonishment, he merely smiled and signed the paper without hesitation.

"There, it's done," he said, his tone affectionate.

Christina gripped the paper tightly, her heart finally easing. With his signature, she could draft the divorce papers.

From this moment on, she would be free.

Seeing her relaxed expression, Lucien's mood lifted too. "What's your second wish, baby?"

Christina's gaze swept across the room. Some guests looked stunned, others envious. The only one who stood out was Vanessa, staring at her with jealousy etched across her face.

But Christina's eyes moved past them, as if looking into a distant future far from here.

She curved her lips slightly. "My second wish is for you to transfer all your shares in Waldorf Group to me."

The room exploded. Gasps turned to murmurs of disbelief.

The shares Lucien owned were worth hundreds of millions. No one believed he would give them up, no matter how much he loved her.

But Lucien immediately called his lawyer and instructed him to transfer every single share to Christina without delay.

Holding the signed and stamped electronic transfer papers, Christina's spirits soared. Selling these shares would guarantee her a worry-free life abroad for decades.

Lucien pulled her into his arms, his voice soft. "Baby, now I have nothing left. I'm just your employee. You can't leave me, okay?"

Christina's lips twitched, but before she could reply, a sudden cry interrupted them.

"Someone has fainted!"

Lucien turned and saw Vanessa collapse to the floor.

His face darkened, and he moved quickly toward her. But halfway there, he stopped and looked back at Christina.

"Christina, I'll take her to the hospital first. Enjoy the party, and text me your last wish later."

"No need," she said.

He frowned. "What?"

Christina shook her head. "Nothing. Go."

She watched as he carried Vanessa out hurriedly.

Christina smiled faintly.

Lucien, I don't need you to grant me my third wish.

Because my final wish is to leave you forever.

In three days, I'll make it happen.

That evening, as Christina returned home, she received a call from Lucien, who was still at the hospital.

"Christina, I'm sorry, Vanessa… she isn't feeling well, she needs to stay in the hospital for a few more days," he said. "Her brother asked me to take care of her. I can't go back on my word. I'll stay at the hospital with her for a few days and won't be able to accompany you."

Christina's voice was calm. "It's fine, take good care of her."

Inwardly, she thought, 'Lucien, from now on, feel free to stay with her.'

There were still three days left before she would leave.

Suddenly, Vanessa sent Christina a video.

The video showed the same birthday party venue. Vanessa was wearing a princess dress, a crown on her head, standing in the middle of a pile of gifts. Lucien hugged her from behind, affectionately kissing her earlobe.

"Happy birthday, my princess," he said. "What wish do you have?"

Vanessa lifted her chin arrogantly. "I want to be like Christina. No matter what wish I make, you have to fulfill it."

Lucien affectionately pinched her nose. "Okay, I'll fulfill all of my princess's wishes."

Christina didn't reply. She quietly saved the video and then walked out the door.

She took the white paper signed by Lucien and went to the law firm.

"Miss Mason, the divorce agreement has been drafted. As soon as you sign here, your marriage will be completely dissolved," the lawyer said.

Christina nodded and signed without hesitation.

From now on, she and Lucien would be strangers.

Two days remained.

Again, Vanessa sent Christina a video.

In this one, Lucien was carefully pressing his ear to Vanessa's belly.

Vanessa smiled slightly. "The baby's only three months old. What can you hear?"

Lucien, however, said with earnest seriousness, "I heard him calling me Daddy."

Vanessa laughed, her smile widening. She shifted her sleepwear down a little. "The baby can't talk yet, but if you want to hear it, I can make it worth your while, Daddy."

In that moment, Lucien swallowed hard, turned around, and pressed her down onto the bed.

Soon, the bed began to shake violently.

"Lucien," Vanessa gasped, "not like this, don't pick me up."

Lucien's voice was low and hoarse. "Didn't you call me Daddy? Daddy hugs his obedient daughter like this..."

Christina didn't respond. She called the lawyer and sold all the shares that Lucien had given her.

Then she went to the bank, withdrew part of the money, and exchanged it for foreign currency.

On the day of her departure, Christina woke up early.

She had three things to do.

First, she took all the gifts that Lucien had given her over the years and gave them away to the servants at the villa.

The servants were both happy and confused. After all, these gifts were priceless.

Christina smiled happily. "I have something very joyful to share, so I wanted to pass on my happiness to you all. Don't feel burdened, just take them.

"Also, don't clean the villa today, don't cook, don't water the flowers. You can leave early."

The servants, delighted by this unexpected treat, thanked Christina repeatedly before leaving the villa with armfuls of gifts.

Then, she gathered all the provocative messages, videos, and recordings that Vanessa had sent her.

She printed one million copies of the messages and arranged for drones to scatter them across the city.

The videos were broadcast on the large advertising screens in the city center, playing on repeat for everyone to see.

The recordings were broadcast by a thousand loudspeakers, looping over and over in all the city's major squares.

Finally, she packed all her belongings and placed the divorce certificate on the table.

At that moment, her phone suddenly rang. It was Lucien.

His tone was still gentle. "Christina, I'll be finished here soon. Once I'm done, I'll come back and be with you."

Christina responded with a soft "Mm."

"I've prepared a surprise for you," she added.

Lucien sounded expectant. "Really? What surprise did my sweet girl prepare for me?"

Christina replied, her voice calm, "You'll see as soon as you come back."

Perhaps, if the timing was right, he would even see it on the way back — the messages, the videos, and the recordings...

Lucien eagerly hung up the phone, but Christina, with her packed suitcase in hand, walked straight out the door.

On the tree-lined path, she ran into a few neighbors.

They greeted her warmly, "Christina, are you going on a trip?"

Christina smiled and nodded in response, "Yes, I am."

But she wouldn't be coming back.

The sun was perfect today. Christina, suitcase in hand, got into the car and headed for the airport without looking back.