Chapter 3

Shivering, I pulled my cracked phone out of the pool of blood and called 911.

When I woke up, I was in a hospital bed.

The doctor told me the tissue wasn't fully cleared, and I had to undergo a second emergency D&C surgery.

I would never be able to have children again.

The TV in the ward was playing a celebrity news segment:

Seattle's top surgeon, Noah Black, has rented a luxury cruise ship for his 35th birthday party.

The camera panned to a massive screen on the ship showing intimate photos of Noah and Chloe.

Below it, a huge caption read:

“Congratulations to Chloe for overcoming her ten-year pregnancy phobia and starting her new life!”

I bit my lip until it bled. Since I had no family members with me, I had to sign the surgery consent form myself.

After the surgery, the pain was suffocating.

I lay on the cold operating table alone. The man who once promised to take care of me forever was celebrating with another woman.

My heart felt empty. Maybe I had been forcing this relationship from the very beginning.

The doctor told me to stay in bed, warning me that leaving now could be life-threatening.

But to find out the truth and to end this relationship once and for all, I dragged my broken body out of the hospital.

As night fell, I followed the text message instructions and brought the signed divorce papers to the luxury yacht.

The yacht was sparkling, filled with high society elites.

In the center of the crowd, Noah was holding Chloe's hand, accepting everyone's congratulations.

They smiled at each other and cut a massive, seven-tier custom cake.

As his legal wife, I could only stand in the dark corner while they received blessings.

How pathetic.

I remembered his 19th birthday when we couldn't even pay our heating bill.

I stayed up for three nights straight drawing designs to buy him a tiny strawberry cake.

Noah had hugged me tightly back then, his eyes red.

"Evelyn, when I make it, I will buy you the biggest cake every day. Everything I own is yours."

Now that he had everything, he looked at me with pure disgust, and the woman beside him was someone else.

As I walked into the ballroom, whispers and sneers erupted around me.

"Look, isn't that the crazy stalker dog? Is she here to beg again?"

"The daughter of a murderer really has no pride!"

Chloe looked down at me with a smirk.

When she saw the blood on my clothes, she shrank into Noah's arms and screamed, "Noah! There's blood on her... I'm scared!"

Noah immediately blocked her behind him, comforting her gently.

When he turned to look at my pale, ghostly face, the smile on his face turned to ice.

He marched over and grabbed my wrist so hard that my bones popped.

"Who let you in? You played dead during the day, and now you're here to ruin Chloe's night?"

"It's just a child. When are you going to stop this?"

I realized then that everything I did was just a joke to him. I shook his hand off with all my strength.

I smiled coldly, pulled the signed divorce papers out of my bag, and threw them right at his face.

"Noah Black, let's get a divorce."