After the divorce, my billionaire husband asked me to remarry him

Sophie Mitchell sat on the couch, deep in thought. Something incredible had happened just yesterday. Her husband of three years, Alexander Carter, had taken a knife for his 'white moonlight,' and now he had just woken up in the hospital. Sophie suddenly stood up. This was the perfect opportunity to get a divorce! The doorbell rang. Sophie immediately got up to answer it. "Miss, your delivery," the messenger handed over the food. Sophie thanked him and closed the door. She had ordered rib soup, which she planned to put in a thermos and take to her soon-to-be ex-husband in the hospital. She had to maintain the image of the gentle and considerate wife for just a little longer. At the hospital, Sophie wore a white dress with a cardigan over it, looking gentle and obedient—the exact image Alexander wanted her to project. Alexander Carter was perfect in every way: good looks, a strong background, and impressive achievements. It was no wonder he was the most sought-after man for marriage. Sophie had easily won him through an arranged marriage, but before they married, Alexander had told her he expected her to be obedient and not interfere with his affairs outside their marriage. For three years, she had maintained this facade perfectly, but she was done pretending. The real Alexander was nothing like the man she had imagined. As she stepped out of the elevator, Sophie smoothed her dress and walked gracefully towards the hospital room. Just as she arrived, Alexander's friend, Daniel Collins, stepped out. "Sophie," he greeted her. Sophie sighed inwardly, knowing her acting had to continue for a bit longer. She looked worried. "How is Alex?" Daniel quickly reassured her. "He's fine, Sophie. Alexander exercises regularly, so taking that knife wasn't a big deal. It didn't hit any vital organs. The doctor said he just needs to rest and recover." Sophie's eyes reddened slightly, and she nodded. "Alright, you go ahead then." "Sure thing." Watching Sophie enter the room, Daniel sighed. Poor woman. Her husband took a knife for another woman, and she was still worried about him. Such a good wife, yet Alexander doesn't appreciate her at all. He couldn't help but curse Alexander in his mind. Sophie walked into the room carrying the thermos. Alexander was lying on the bed, talking on the phone, presumably with his assistant about company matters. Seeing her standing there with red eyes, Alexander felt a sudden pang in his heart. He reached out and pulled her to sit beside him, holding her hand. After saying a few words to his assistant, he hung up the phone. Sophie looked at him, "Honey, are you alright?" As she spoke, tears welled up in her eyes and fell. Alexander wiped his tears with his thumb, his little wife was so obedient, it made his heart ache. "I'm fine, don't worry." To her, Alexander was always gentle, but it was only gentleness. His heart was distant and cold, without the slightest ripple from her. So, she decided to cut her losses and mutually deceive him. "Alright, alright, don't cry and ruin your makeup. It won't look good," he comforted. But Sophie wasn't comforted at all; she even wanted to curse. Who cares about looking good? I'm the prettiest! If it wasn't for looking pitiful and obedient in front of Alexander, she wouldn't even bother with makeup. Sophie wiped her tears, took the thermos from the table, and handed it to Alexander. "Honey, I started making this soup at six this morning. Try it." Though it was a lie, it was actually a delivery; he wouldn't be able to tell it hadn't simmered for hours. Alexander, not wanting to reject her kindness, tasted a few sips. The taste seemed familiar, but he thought maybe all rib soups were similar. He didn't think much of it. Sophie sat beside him, obediently watching him drink the soup. After a few sips, Alexander noticed her hesitant expression, put down the spoon, and wrapped his arm around her waist. "What's wrong? Is there something you want to tell me?" Biting her lip and looking pitiful, Sophie was hard to resist. "I... I have something to tell you," Sophie stared at his face, as if summoning great courage to speak. "Go ahead, I'm listening." "When I was sixteen, I was cornered by a group of delinquents at school. Then, my friend Emma saved me and got hurt, leaving a long scar on her arm. I've always remembered that. Now she's getting married," she looked at Alexander, her eyes red, truly a pitiful sight. Alexander still didn't understand what she was getting at. Sophie continued, "But now she's getting married and has asked me to be her bridesmaid." "Then go ahead. I won't stop you. Do you want me to go with you?" He thought Sophie wanted him to accompany her. Sophie shook her head. "Then I'll arrange a private jet to take you there?" Sophie shook her head again, tears welling up in her eyes. "Bridesmaids can't be married. She moved back to Green City after graduation and doesn't know I'm married." Alexander seemed to understand, yet he didn't. "So, you want a divorce?" Alexander's tone was very calm, finding it hard to believe. It wasn't that Sophie wanted a divorce. In his mind, Sophie loved him. He was just curious why bridesmaids had to be unmarried. Sophie then buried her face in Alexander's chest, crying. "But honey, I can't bear to leave you. How could I want a divorce? But Emma really hopes I can be there. What should I do?" Seeing her so upset, Alexander patted her back and gently comforted her, "Whatever you want to do, I will agree. Alright, don't cry." Sophie was instantly thrilled. This was exactly the result she wanted! She looked up, "Really?" "Of course." "After we divorce, will you still marry me again?" She blinked at him. Alexander suddenly felt his heart soften. It turned out Sophie knew about the rumors outside. He was even more touched. "Of course." Sophie thought: You will, but I won't! To hell with being obedient and understanding! I've had enough of you! "I'll be back in ten days." Alexander, pale-faced, smiled and hugged her waist, "Alright." After staying with him for an hour, seeing her yawn several times, Alexander thought she must have worried about him all night and didn't sleep well, so he told her to go back and rest. Sophie pretended to refuse a few times before leaving. Walking gracefully out of the room, she closed the door behind her. Once outside, she did a little celebratory dance. "Soph... Sophie?" Sophie abruptly stopped her dance, freezing in place. It was Daniel Collins and Mark Johnson. They were both stunned. "The floor is a bit slippery, be careful when you walk," Sophie composed herself and put on a professional fake smile. They responded, "Oh... Oh, sure, Sophie." Watching Sophie's back, Daniel pondered for a while, "Did you feel that Sophie seemed really happy just now?"