The Divorce Agreement Came Into Effect, and the Husband Regretted it

When I opened my eyes again, I was already in the hospital.

The doctor looked at her with regret and said, "Madam, you haven't eaten in days. You had a miscarriage, and you were bitten by a venomous snake. You may never get pregnant again. I'm so sorry."

I instinctively touched my belly. This was where Xavier and I had our child, but he died on our third wedding anniversary. Now, I might never even have the chance to have another child, and all because of Xavier.

Tears streamed silently down my cheeks.

"Madam, your body needs time to recover. Where's your husband? He should be here taking care of you."

I calmed myself down and shook my head. "I don't have a husband." Then she asked, "Doctor, how long can I stay in the hospital? I want to leave."

I wanted to leave as soon as possible.

"Three days."

I nodded. Three days—just enough time for my father to come pick me up. That's enough.

As I spoke, the door to the ward suddenly opened. Xavier walked in. "Leaving? Where are you going?"

Xavier frowned at the woman before him, sensing something amiss, but he quickly dismissed the thought.

Vanessa interjected sarcastically, "Ivy, you weren't treated with favoritism growing up. How did you become so weak?"

Xavier looked at me, pale and frail. His anger from the past few days seemed to dissipate, and his tone softened.

"When did you become so stubborn? Admitting your mistakes won't kill you."

There was a hint of reproach in his voice.

I just stared at him silently, a sneer welling up in my heart.

"I won't admit to something I didn't do."

For some reason, hearing her words, Xavier felt a flicker of guilt.

Perhaps realizing he'd gone too far, he started going to the hospital every day.

The day I was discharged, I spent the entire morning texting my dad.

Xavier remembered that I wasn't someone who was obsessed with my phone—but lately, I've been using it constantly. "Mia, who are you texting?"

He reached for my phone, but I quickly snatched it back. "Do you really need to see private messages between girls?"

Xavier retracted his hand at my words. "Stop using your phone. We'll be home soon."

"Yeah."

He'd been nice to me these past few days, but I knew it was just out of guilt.

After dropping me off, Xavier left.

I went into the study, opened the safe, and placed the hospital's miscarriage report inside.

Then I took out my notebook and added a final note.

[My baby is gone.]

[Because of your snake, I'll never get pregnant again.]

[Finally, happy divorce!]

I wrote the last sentence and closed the notebook.

A divorce agreement, a miscarriage record.

This was my final "surprise" for Xavier.

After packing everything, I picked up my suitcase, placed the villa's key on the dining table, and deleted my fingerprint from the smart lock.

Every trace of my presence in the villa—completely erased.