For our Wedding Anniversary, I Gifted Him Divorce Papers

When Lavender opened her eyes again, she was already in the hospital.

The doctor looked at her regretfully and said, “Ma’am, you haven’t eaten for several days. Your body couldn’t sustain the pregnancy. Your baby… is gone. I’m so sorry.”

Lavender instinctively touched her lower belly. The tiny life that had just begun inside her was now gone.

Tears quickly streamed silently down her cheeks. Maybe the baby sensed that their parents were about to separate… and chose to leave this world early.

“Ma’am, your body still needs time to recover. Where is your husband? He should be here to take care of you.”

Lavender steadied her emotions and shook her head. “I don’t have a husband.” Then she asked, “Doctor, what’s the shortest amount of time I can stay in the hospital?”

She wanted to leave as soon as possible.

“Three days.”

Lavender nodded. Three days—just in time for Red to pick her up. That was enough.

As they spoke, the door to the ward was suddenly pushed open. Desmond walked in, visibly winded from rushing over.

“Why are you here?”

The driver beside him was about to explain, but Lavender spoke first. “I hadn’t eaten in days. My body gave out, and I fainted.”

Cyanne chimed in mockingly, “Avy, it’s not like you had a privileged childhood. How did you end up so weak?”

Desmond looked at Lavender, who was pale and frail. His anger from the past few days seemed to ease, and his tone softened.

“When did you become so stubborn? Admitting a mistake wouldn’t have killed you.

“If you’ve been feeling unwell, why didn’t you call me?” There was a hint of blame in his voice.

Lavender just looked at him quietly, a cold mockery in her heart.

‘Call you?’

These past few days, he had been busy spending time with Cyanne. He even refused to let Lavender eat, just to “teach her a lesson.”

Calling him would’ve just been asking for humiliation. What would have been the point?

But since she was about to leave anyway, there was no need to bring all that up. She simply offered a casual excuse.

“You were busy. I didn’t want to bother you.”

For some reason, Desmond felt a flicker of guilt when he heard her words.

Perhaps realizing he had gone too far, he began visiting the hospital every day.

On the day she was discharged, Lavender spent the morning texting Red.

Desmond remembered that she wasn’t the type to be glued to her phone—but lately, it hadn’t left her hand.

“Avy, who are you texting?”

He reached out to grab her phone, but Lavender quickly pulled it away. “Do you really need to read private conversations between girls?”

At her words, Desmond withdrew his hand. “Enough with the phone. We’re heading home soon.”

“Mm.”

He had treated her kindly these past few days, but Lavender knew—it was only out of guilt.

Once he dropped her off at home, Desmond left.

Lavender walked into the study, opened the safe, and placed the hospital’s miscarriage report inside.

Then she took out her notebook and added a final entry.

[100th disappointment: My baby’s gone.]

She finished the last stroke and closed the notebook.

A divorce agreement, a resignation letter, a miscarriage record, and one hundred sorrowful memories.

That was her wedding anniversary gift to Desmond.

After tidying everything up, she grabbed her suitcase, placed the villa’s keys on the dining table, and deleted her fingerprint from the smart lock.

Every trace of her presence in the villa—she erased completely.