He Said Love Has Faded

After spending some time recovering in the hospital, I was finally ready to be discharged.

I packed my belongings.

I would never beg him to come back like a heartbroken woman.

As I stepped outside, I saw Bruce returning with Selena.

He noticed me struggling with my suitcase and frowned in annoyance. "Cheryl, what are you doing?"

I shot them a cold smile. "I said after the surgery, we're getting a divorce."

With that, I turned to leave.

"Cheryl, stop this. The position of Mrs. Kennan has always been yours," Bruce said, clearly displeased by my defiance.

"Stop?" I blinked back tears.

Since the beginning of our relationship, he had always preferred compliant women, and I had buried my own personality to please him.

I learned to cook, leaving countless scars on my hands.

But what did it really mean to be compliant?

To never cry out?

To tolerate a husband who had feelings for another woman?

To allow her to call him at any time, no matter the occasion, while I pretended not to care?

To tolerate a husband who pried on a married woman like a pervert?

I had to endure even when that woman harmed our child and pressured me to donate bone marrow, all while pretending it didn't affect me.

That was enough.

This life was disgusting.

"Bruce, from today on, I'll walk my own path, and you live your life. I wish you both the best."

Seeing I was serious, Bruce reached out to stop me, but Selena intervened.

She leaned into him, clutching her chest and pretending to be unwell, which made Bruce immediately anxious.

Watching their flirtation, I scoffed.

I took my luggage and walked out.