Why You Cry? Just Go to Your Lover After Our Divorce

Chapter 1----- Testing Medicine for My Husband's Lover Isabelle Hart stepped out of the shower, naked, wiping the water droplets from her body. Suddenly, she was pulled into an embrace by her husband, Julian Rivers. His unshaven stubble scraped roughly against her neck, and she frowned, letting out a soft whimper. Julian chuckled lowly, his voice teasing. "So this is what you meant by divorce? Luring me back with threats of separation, only to seduce me? You're getting better at arranging surprises." His hands roamed possessively over her body, leaving no inch untouched. The spacious bathroom was filled with steam, softening the harsh lighting, and the air grew thick with desire as Julian's heavy breaths filled the space. Yet Isabelle's eyes remained emotionless, her mind replaying the words of her husband's lover, Elara Quinn. "Isabelle, the only reason Julian married you is because you're an RH-negative blood match for me. You're not his wife—you're just a test subject he chose for my sake." "I suggest you get a full medical check-up. Because every meal you've eaten has been laced with the medicine Julian specially prepared for me. He couldn't bear to let me take the risks, so he made you the guinea pig. You're nothing more than a lab rat he keeps." At the time, Isabelle had maintained a calm, almost mocking smile, as if Elara's words meant nothing. But the icy numbness in her limbs betrayed her. She had stumbled home in a daze, locking herself in the bathroom, and scalded her skin under the hottest water she could endure, as if trying to burn the poison of those words. Now, Julian lifted her effortlessly and carried her to the bed, tossing her down before stripping off his own clothes, revealing his sculpted body in full. Isabelle watched him coldly. "Is it because you're too thirsty, or is Elara's body too weak?" Julian froze, his expression darkening. Unfazed, Isabelle rose from the bed, wrapping her robe around herself. Her gaze swept over his naked form, assessing him like a piece of merchandise. "After serving Elara, you still have the energy to come back and sleep with me? If you worked as a male p********e, I bet you will make a fortune." Julian's jaw tightened. "What the hell is wrong with you?" Isabelle ignored his question, countering with one of her own. "Is Elara dying? Too fragile to handle a strong man like you, so you bring all that leftover stamina home to lay it all on me?" Fury flashed in Julian's eyes as he yanked on a robe. "Don't you dare curse Elara! She'll live a long, healthy life!" Isabelle let out a bitter laugh. "So she gets to live a hundred years, and I'm just meant to die young?" Julian's pupils constricted sharply. Looking at his reaction, Isabelle felt a pang of pity for herself. Seven years of marriage. Ever since she learned of Elara's existence, she had never spoken to Julian without venom lacing her words. He never admitted to anything with Elara, but he never denied it either. His only response was to undress her and dominate her in bed, as if s*x could smooth over every fight. And every time, no matter how fiercely she resisted, he would wear her down with his body. She used to tell herself—Does it really matter? Marriage is just marriage. Besides, men's prime was fleeting. Their stamina peaked at twenty-five and plummeted straight to sixty-five. How many were truly good-looking and skilled in bed? Maybe there was nothing between him and Elara. Maybe it was all just a manipulation game. But today, she had gone to the hospital for a full examination. The results showed multiple organs on the verge of failure—due to chronic poisoning. The doctor had frowned at her report, muttering in disbelief, "Are you some kind of lab rat? Or do you just eat poison for fun? How else could your body be this saturated with toxins?" In that moment, her heart shattered. Every ounce of warmth inside her turned to ash.