A Wound That Set Me Free

Chapter 3 The Divorce Request

Ryan's phone call came quickly. "What do you want now? I told you Nora and I are innocent. Stop being paranoid and making trouble for me every day!"

I wiped my tears, my voice hoarse. "I'm in the hospital."

"So what? You have doctors and nurses to take care of you in the hospital, but Nora has no one. Besides, you just hurt her. What's wrong with me taking care of her?"

My teeth chattered from the coldness in my words. He would rather believe Nora, thinking that I, a wounded and weak patient, would go and hurt a healthy person!

Ten years of marriage, was our trust so fragile? I said with a trembling voice, "The baby is gone."

"What?" Ryan's voice suddenly rose.

"You're mistaken! I didn't get rid of the baby! How could you be so vicious?!" I pulled up the quilt with trembling hands, covering my cold body. "The baby...was gone four days ago."

I closed my moist eyes, touching my lower abdomen, recalling the scene that day. He led Nora away without looking back. "On our tenth wedding anniversary, I was robbed. The robber's bullet hit me."

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a while, until Nora's coquettish voice came through. Only then did Ryan say, "Since it's gone, so be it. I don't want to be a father yet anyway."

Tears slid down the corners of my eyes and hid in my hair.

"Ryan." I stopped him before he hung up. "Is Nora more important than me?"

He didn't answer. The only response was the busy tone of the phone.

The next day, Ryan came over with a lunchbox and Nora. Nora brushed her long hair and said, "Lily, you really misunderstood yesterday. Don't just say you want a divorce with Ryan because of this. It's my fault. For my sake, don't quarrel with Ryan, okay?"

Ryan frowned and dragged Nora's arm. "This has nothing to do with you. You don't need to apologize." Ryan turned to look at me. "Alright, Nora came here to explain to you. Control your temper and don't make a fuss!"

Fuss? What fuss did I make? I couldn't even get a word in between the two of them. Ryan put the lunchbox on the table. "Nora made this for you herself. Thank her properly. She even cooked for you when you're not feeling well."

I glanced at the dishes, my heart suddenly turning cold. Not to mention that the dishes didn't look like they were made by herself, but the food—shrimp, onions—were all foods that I was allergic to and f*******n to eat.

Yet, my husband of ten years put these foods in front of me and asked me to eat them. I called him with a trembling voice, "Ryan." He looked over impatiently. "I'm allergic to these."

Ryan paused and frowned. "Are you being too dramatic? Why haven't I seen you allergic before?"

"I used to cook for you. I never dared to eat it myself." Ryan liked to eat seafood. I would cook seafood for him every meal, but I had never had a single bite.

Ryan's face looked a little gloomy. "Then why didn't you say anything when I peeled shrimp and crabs for you before? You're just saying you're allergic to these foods now because you don't want to eat what Nora made. You're deliberately making things difficult!"

My heart suddenly sank into the abyss. Yes, he used to give me the first bite of everything delicious and feed me diced fruit. He used to have tender love for me, so why was he now looking at me coldly and accusing me? My throat seemed to be blocked by a huge stone, dry and uncomfortable.

Nora interrupted, "Ryan, didn't you say you were here to get my medicine? Hurry up and go." I looked at Ryan's back, my heart aching. He wasn't even here to see me! Nora looked at me with a sneer. "Lily, do you think Ryan still likes you? Do you know why he's been on business trips every year during your anniversary month? He was with me! I decided to come back two months ago, and he didn't use a business trip as an excuse to go find me this month!"

Two months ago, two months ago... That was when Ryan, smelling of alcohol and with an unusual excitement, got me pregnant!

My stomach suddenly churned, and a wave of nausea rushed to my heart, almost making me vomit! I pointed at the door with trembling fingers. "Are you here to show off? Get out!"

I remembered the first few years of our marriage when Ryan and I were sweetly in love and could spend the whole day together on our anniversary.

But in recent years, he would say that the company had arranged for him to go on a business trip every anniversary month. I felt sorry for him and packed his luggage, saying that it was okay if he couldn't make it back in time.

But it turned out that I had been personally sending my own man to someone else every year!

Nora was still provocatively saying, "What's yours will be mine!"

I couldn't control my anger and roared, "Get out!"

The wound on my abdomen suddenly split open, and the sharp pain made me collapse on the bed, coughing painfully. After I recovered, I contacted my brother, who was a lawyer.

"Lily, I was just about to look for you." I interrupted my brother, my voice calm. "Brother, I want a divorce."

"You know? If you want a divorce, then get a divorce. I support you." The next second, my brother forwarded a video to me, along with a message. "I thought the piano piece and the piano sounded familiar, and I thought I had the wrong person. It turns out that it was really the piece you composed before, and it was your piano. Ryan gave your piece to someone else. I will help you get justice!"