After my husband favored the female doctor,I am divorced

Less than thirty seconds after I sent the message, Zayn called.

He spoke angrily, “Yvonne, you used your parents’ lives to force me into marrying you and now you want a divorce? I’m telling you—keep dreaming!”

My throat felt dry and bitter. “Zayn, I…”

Before I could finish, a sweet, playful voice came from his side of the line.

“Zayn, help me get my underwear.”

My chest tightened painfully.

The call ended with a cold beep-beep and I couldn’t help but let out a bitter, mocking laugh.

When I came out of the hospital morgue, I ran into Zayn.

He frowned the moment he saw me and sneered. “Didn’t you say you wanted a divorce? And now you’re chasing me all the way to the hospital. Yvonne, don’t you think you’re pathetic?”

My heart trembled, but I didn’t try to defend myself. After seven years together, he had never once believed me—so why bother explaining now?

Seeing me stay silent only made Zayn more certain that I was playing hard to get. The contempt in his eyes deepened.

I was just about to step aside and leave when I bumped straight into Natalie coming from the other direction.

She fell to the ground, her eyes instantly welling up with tears. “Why did you push me? If you’re angry with me, you can just say it. There’s no need for this kind of petty behavior.”

But I hadn’t done anything at all. Before I could react, Zayn rushed over and slapped me hard across the face.

The force was so strong that my body—already weak from years of abuse—couldn’t take it. I fell straight to the ground.

A flicker of emotion crossed Zayn’s eyes.

He helped Natalie up and she frowned at me. “Miss Quell, stop pretending. I know I’ve tested medicine on you all these years, but I’ve also kept your body strong and healthy.”

She gave a soft laugh. “Pretending to be fragile and pitiful? Zayn would never fall for that kind of act.”

Hearing that, Zayn’s face darkened. “You really know how to act. I almost believed you.”

I was speechless, unable to defend myself.

All these years, it looked like Natalie was just using me to test her medicine—but in truth, she was finding new ways to torment me.

Even when my body was covered in blood and bruises—every wound laid bare before his eyes—Zayn never spared me a single glance.

Instead, he believed every word Natalie said, thinking I had hurt myself on purpose just to get his attention.

After Zayn left with his arm around Natalie, all hope in me died. I took my sister’s body to the crematorium.

Later, numb and hollow, I carried her urn home—only to find Natalie waiting for me at the corner of the stairs.

She was wearing my silk nightgown, standing there with the calm arrogance of someone who already saw herself as the lady of the house.

“Yvonne, you really are something,” Natalie sneered. “I’ve already made you lose three children and yet you still managed to get pregnant again.”

I froze, clutching the urn in my arms tighter, my hand instinctively moving to my flat stomach.

Her eyes turned cold as she looked at me. “So what if you’re pregnant? Zayn has only ever loved me. As for that filthy little thing in your belly—it has no right to live.”

A sense of dread ran through me. I tried to turn and run, but Natalie suddenly shoved me hard. I tumbled down the stairs.

A sharp pain tore through my abdomen and I felt something warm trickle down between my legs.

Just as she was about to mock me again, footsteps echoed from nearby. Natalie quickly slapped herself across the face.

Then she threw herself into Zayn’s arms, her voice trembling with feigned innocence. “Zayn, she said she doesn’t want to be my test subject anymore—and she even slapped me.”

“It’s not true! I never said that—she’s framing me!” I tried to defend myself, my voice weak and shaking.

“Enough,” Zayn snapped, not even bothering to hear me out.

His eyes were cold and sharp. “Natalie is kind by nature—she would never lie. Apologize to her. Otherwise, get out and kneel outside for three hours.”