From Despising Me to Crying for Me

Chapter 3 The Unsigned Divorce Agreement

The surgery lasted an entire afternoon.

Jacques waited on a bench outside the operating room for what felt like an eternity, his thoughts consumed by Sheila—the woman who had left him without a word and now had reappeared in his world!

Back then, when Vivian was gravely ill, he had been away for a day and a night. Upon his return, Sheila was gone, told that the child had died, and all that remained on the hospital bed was a signed divorce agreement...

He had searched for her relentlessly for six long years. No matter how busy he was, if there was even a hint of her whereabouts, he would drop everything to fly out and look for her.

But she had vanished without a trace!

Reflecting on those six years, Jacques's heart ached as if pierced by needles, deeply pained, feeling as though the air had been sucked from his chest, leaving him breathless.

After what seemed like an endless wait, the door to the operating room finally opened, and several medical staff in surgical gowns and masks slowly emerged.

Sheila was among them.

She removed her mask, revealing eyes heavy with exhaustion, and dutifully informed, "Miss Millor's surgery was successful. With proper post-operative care, there should be no major issues."

With that, Sheila strode away, never once glancing towards Jacques.

Watching her distant, cold figure, Jacques furrowed his brow but found his feet moving involuntarily after her.

Following closely behind to Sheila’s office, Jacques stood at the doorway, observing Sheila leaning back in her chair, clearly exhausted.

She was still as radiant and beautiful as before, yet her face now bore the marks of weariness and maturity.

Where had she been all these years?

And the child—if it had truly died, they should have seen the body... Everything seemed so off.

Seemingly sensing his intense gaze, Sheila raised her hand to rub her temples, not looking up as she said, "Head Nurse, I'm quite tired now. If there are more patients, please direct them to Dr. White. I need some rest."

Her voice, laden with fatigue, made Jacques's heart tighten, anchoring him to the spot.

"I'm off duty today. If anyone needs a consultation, please go to Dr. White's office at the end of the corridor," Sheila patiently explained, sensing the hesitation of the person at the door.

Still no response.

Sheila, thinking the person might have something urgent to discuss, wearily opened her eyes and met Jacques's gaze.

Her hand, which had been gripping her trouser leg, paused slightly. She said coolly, "Mr. Thomas, do you need something?"

The term 'Mr. Thomas' brought Jacques back to his senses, intensifying his gaze.

They stared at each other silently, neither speaking.

Finally, Sheila broke the silence. "Miss Millor is still unconscious due to her weak condition, but she will wake up within 24 hours. You don't need to worry."

Hearing Sheila mention Vivian, Jacques's brow furrowed even more. "I came to see you, not to talk about Vivian."

'If not about Vivian, could it be about me?'

Sheila's breath caught. "I'm sorry, but we're not close enough to discuss personal matters."

Sheila didn’t want to stay in the same room with this man any longer or look at him again. Pushing her chair back, she started to walk out.

But as she brushed past Mr. Thomas, he grabbed her arm. "What? Leaving so quickly again? How many years do you plan to be gone this time?"

His words were low but laced with obvious anger.

Sheila's brows furrowed in confusion.

What right did this man have to be angry?

Wasn’t her leaving giving him and Vivian an opportunity? Shouldn’t he be happy about it?

"Mr. Thomas, we’re already divorced. Please mind your behavior." Sheila crossed her arms, shooting back coldly, but seeing the man's angry face, she felt a bit uncomfortable inside.

Meeting Sheila's indifferent eyes, Jacques's grip tightened, as if wanting to vent all the grievances of these years.

"Sheila, do you really want to divorce me? But I'm sorry to disappoint you—I didn't sign that divorce agreement. Now, you're still my wife!"

'He didn't sign that divorce agreement? Why?'

Sheila stared at him for a few seconds, then pushed him away and turned away.

"Mr. Thomas, it doesn't matter if you didn't sign. After all, we've been separated for six years. I just need to file for divorce in court, and it's only a matter of time."

With that, she intended to walk past him and leave.

The next second, Jacques laughed in extreme anger. "Sheila, I won't allow it. Who dares to grant us a divorce?"

'When did this man become so brazen?' She murmured.

"Sheila, when did our relationship break down?" Jacques leaned back, half-reclining, blocking the doorway completely, his tone mocking.

Sheila was both angered and amused by Jacques’s shameless words. "Oh, there's no relationship to speak of between Mr. Thomas and me. There's no breakdown to talk about. I was just flattering myself!"

With these cold words, Sheila forcefully pushed the man aside and strode away.

After this confrontation, Jacques didn’t seek her out again.

Sheila was also very busy, with no time for idle thoughts. Only occasionally, when looking at her son's face that bore a 60% resemblance to Jacques, would she feel a moment of bewilderment.

Seeing that Vivian was about to be discharged, Sheila's worried heart finally eased.

At the end of a workday, Sheila quickly changed clothes and prepared to leave the hospital building.

"Off work?"

A familiar voice sounded above her head. Sheila looked ahead to see Jacques standing in front of a luxurious Rolls-Royce Phantom, apparently having waited for some time.

Sheila frowned. "Mr. Thomas, I'm off work now. Regarding Miss Millor's condition, you can ask other doctors on duty!"

After saying this, she tried to walk past Jacques to leave, but her wrist was grabbed.

"I'm here to take you home!" Jacques's tone was flat, but the words grated on Sheila's ears.

'Home? Which home?'

In their three years of marriage, the man had rarely come home.

Now that she had completely let go, he was in a hurry?

"Mr. Thomas, I remember when I was in the hospital waiting to give birth, you could leave me to accompany your precious Miss Millor. How is it that after I've been gone for six years, you still haven't brought Miss Millor home? Mr. Thomas, you're not very efficient, are you?"

Sheila raised her eyebrows with a mocking smile, arms crossed, watching Jacques's expression gradually darken. She felt immensely satisfied inside.

Just as the atmosphere became tense, a sudden burst of ringtone broke the icy atmosphere.

Sheila answered the phone, her eyes full of gentle smiles, completely different from her confrontational demeanor with the man just moments ago.

"Hello, what's wrong? Alright, sweetie, I'll come back right away to have dinner with you..."

'Sweetie? Who could be on the other end of that call?' He felt a pang of panic.