Goodbye, My Unloved Ex-husband!

At that moment, Jessie sat by the hospital bed. The surgery was over, but she still hadn't recovered.

Her face was drained of color, her lips trembling with fear.

Her tears fell onto my hands as guilt overwhelmed her.

"I'm sorry. If I hadn't craved coffee, this wouldn't have happened. It's all my fault. I should have stayed with you."

She felt sorry for me, but I felt even sorrier for her. Just as I was about to speak, her husband Marlon called to question her.

"Did you just yell at my brother? Are you out of your mind? He's a doctor. He can't choose his patients! Can you stop letting that brainless woman brainwash you?

"And you miscarried? That made me laugh. Do you even know how far along you were? Pretending to have a miscarriage now? You couldn't even lose it after a long run!

"If I wasn't busy fixing Laurel's water pipes, I'd come over and teach you both a lesson! Divorce isn't something you just throw around! Fine, let's get divorced, and whoever doesn't is a coward!"

The call then abruptly ended.

Jessie stared at the phone screen, unable to react for a long time.

Seeing her so weak, I said, "Let it go. Maybe it's fate telling us our marriages were never meant to be. You just had an induced labor and lost so much blood. Have a good rest. Your health is beyond everything."

Tears streamed down her face, soaking the hospital gown on her chest.

We hugged each other and cried, the pent-up emotions finally breaking free.

The stubbornness we once had for love had turned into a sharp arrow that ultimately pierced through us both.

It seemed that from the day we decided to get married, the outcome of this day was already destined.

Koen specifically chose Laurel's birthday for our wedding, clearly out of spite.

Even our marriage was a bargaining chip between the two brothers to provoke Laurel, so how could there be any love?

But it was laughable that Jessie and I were fooled like idiots.

We actually believed that they and Laurel were just ordinary childhood friends.

We even posted our wedding photos obediently on social media, choosing the option where only Laurel could see them, as they requested.

Now, even though this happened at Koen's hospital, he didn't bother to click a mouse to search the system for proof.

The scale of trust in his heart was so obviously tilted.

Maybe in his eyes, I was never worth the effort.

I realized the truth too late.

And the price I paid was too high.

I lay in the hospital bed, scrolling through social media.

As expected, Laurel once again posted like a victor, showing off.

There was a photo of the three of them, a picture of a perfectly fixed water pipe, and a wrist carefully bandaged with a bow-tied gauze.

[Thank you to my childhood friends. Friendship does last longer than love! Another precious memory added to our collection!]

I let out a deep breath and then signaled Jessie to look at the post too.

She checked her phone, and two minutes later, she was laughing with disdain.

"A love triangle, isn't it cramped? What a special memory indeed.

"Once we're divorced, I guess they'll need a custom-made bed for the three of them."

Not only did Laurel post on social media, but she also shared the same update on other platforms.

The comments section was full of envious remarks.

[A childhood friend like that would make my dreams come true, and you have two?]

[Please share your teaching lessons. I wish I could switch places with you!]

I watched, my dry eyes aching with pain. I opened my mouth but was unable to make a sound.

After a while, I finally said.

"It's none of our business anymore. I'll find a lawyer now and have the divorce papers drafted."

The papers were printed and sent to the hospital. I asked a nurse to take them to Koen's office.

Another set was sent to Jessie's husband, Marlon, at his workplace.

But even after the delivery status showed they were received a full day later, we hadn't heard anything from either of them.

I never thought that after four years together, we wouldn't even get a response when we decided to split.

Bitterness spread through my heart as the sky outside gradually darkened.

I lost patience first and called Koen.

He seemed busy, letting the phone ring for a long time before answering.

Before I could say anything, he snapped.

"What do you want? I haven't even started with you, and you dare call me? Why did you send the divorce papers to my office? Do you want the whole world to know you're being petty and unreasonable?"

Hearing this, I sighed at myself again.

I had the nurse deliver the papers, but if he had just asked one more question, he could've found out about my car accident and surgery.

But clearly, he didn't care.

I was just about to bring up the divorce when I heard Laurel's playful voice over the phone.

"Koen, the lipstick you gave me last time is so beautiful! I love it! Could you get me another one?"

He quickly covered the receiver, but I laughed coldly.

"No wonder you don't have time to sign the divorce papers. You're busy. I see. I won't bother you."

As I was about to hang up, he panicked.

"Can you stop? I'm just worried you'll overthink it! I'm here with my brother! He's fixing Laurel's water pipes, and she's thanking us by inviting us over for dinner. You're always being so suspicious!

"She's living alone and can fix the pipes herself, but you have to call me for every little thing. I'm already exhausted from work every day! Can you become mature? And now you're dragging your best friend into this divorce nonsense. What did my brother ever do to you?"

Koen's tone grew more intense, and his voice took on an angry edge.

Laurel then spoke soothingly, "Don't be mad. Women can get emotional because of pregnancy hormones. I'm independent because I have no one to rely on, otherwise, I'd want to be a little girl too!"

Her gentle voice pierced my ears like needles.

But Koen didn't seem to care about my feelings at all. Instead, he reassured Laurel softly, "It's okay. If you ever have any problems, just message me, and I'll be there immediately. We've known each other for so long, so don't let outsiders affect our relationship!"

I heard it, and tears suddenly welled up in my eyes.

I hung up the phone immediately.

I never thought that after four years together, with our baby almost born, I would be nothing more than an outsider to him!

The mockery in my heart drowned out all reason, and I covered my mouth, sobbing uncontrollably.

Sensing something was wrong, Jessie quickly spoke up, "Don't cry over a scumbag like him! I've already messaged Marlon. Once we're recovered enough, we'll go get the divorce done right away!"