5
After arriving in the new city, I bought a
house and started my new job.
The busy, fulfilling life gradually helped me
forget Ethan. My life settled into a
comfortable rhythm.
Until one day, passing an orphanage, I
stopped, my thoughts drifting back to my
childhood.
I was abandoned as a baby and raised by the
kind matron.
There were so many kids in the orphanage.
To avoid being bullied, you had to fight back.
I became fearless.
When I was eight, the matron took me to buy
clothes. On the street, I saw a boy being
bullied and robbed.
Despite the odds, I jumped in.
I was beaten up badly, my face swollen, but
we were happy.
Later, he told me his name was Ethan. He
said he’d find me again.
The next time I saw Ethan, Mr. Jiang had
brought me to his house. He didn’t remember
- me.
Mr. Jiang told me about my parents, who had
once known each other.
He’d found me because Ethan needed a
blood transfusion, and my blood type was
rare.
I never told Ethan, because I didn’t want him
to marry me out of guilt.
But after our happy wedding, I found out he’d
been forced into it by Mr. Jiang.
It was done. I hoped he’d fall in love with me
someday.
For three years, I tried my best to be a good
wife.
I endured the scorn and ridicule.
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But Claire’s arrival shattered everything.
It made me see reality and cut my losses.
The children’s laughter snapped me back to
the present. I took a deep breath and left.
I finally let go of the past.
Meanwhile, Ethan returned home.
Hearing I’d left days ago and hadn’t returned,
he didn’t seem concerned.
But when he instinctively called my name and
got no response, he grew restless.
“Lily hasn’t come back? Do you know where
she went?”
After questioning the house staff and drivers,
his worry turned to impatience.
“Whatever, she’ll come back.”
I’d left before, heartbroken, and Ethan never
looked for me. He was sure I’d return.
Another week passed, still no news.
Ethan was about to look for me when Claire
came to the house.
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He opened his bedside drawer to get a
condom and saw the divorce papers I’d left
there.
I knew he might not find them elsewhere, but
he’d definitely see them here.
Ethan froze, incredulously picking up the
papers.
After reading, he remembered signing them.
“Lily, your act is getting better and better!”
He didn’t believe I’d actually divorce him, but
he sent Claire away.
For the next few days, Ethan ignored Claire,
even when she visited.
He was terribly gloomy. The maids were
afraid to go near my room.
Then he found the torn–up photo in the trash.
After piecing it together, he frantically went
to Mr. Jiang, only to receive the divorce
certificate.
