His Heart Spoke Too Late

The next day, Henry proposed divorce for the 100th time.

The reason was still absurd, simply because I ate a cookie in his car and dropped crumbs.

I looked at the man I had loved for seven years and suddenly felt like I didn't know him at all.

This time, I don't want to play this game with him anymore.

So, this time, I won't do as he wishes and beg him pathetically again.

It's completely over between us.

I forcefully wiped away my tears and continued packing my luggage.

But halfway through packing, I realized that the champion medal I won in the music composition contest was missing.

That was the first championship medal I earned in my life, a testament to my abilities, and the only remaining light I have after stopping my career. It holds extraordinary significance for me.

I clearly and carefully placed it in the gift box I made with my own hands, but now it is empty.

I searched for the entire room, even under the bed, but the champion medal seemed to have vanished.

I sat on the floor, my fingers unconsciously clenching the hem of my clothes.

Only Henry had been in my room.

Remembering the club location Henry's buddy mentioned outside the district court, I made up my mind, grabbed my coat, and went out.

At the entrance of the club's private room, even before I pushed the door open, I could clearly hear the mocking laughter of Henry's friends inside.

"I bet five days! Amelia definitely won't last five days before begging Henry to withdraw the application!"

"Five days is too long. It's known to all that Amelia can't live without Henry. I bet three days."

"I bet one day! Didn't she kneel and beg Henry not to divorce her the very night he proposed?"

"Henry, how many days do you bet?"

The room fell silent for a moment.

Henry sat in the center, his slender fingers holding a whiskey glass, seemingly lost in thought.

Just as he was about to speak, I abruptly pushed the door open and said:

"I bet forever!"

I had just said "I bet forever" when a soft, beautiful voice drowned me out.

"Sorry, I'm late."

Fiona walked in on high heels, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

She laughed, took Henry's arm, and leaned intimately on his shoulder.

I watched their intimate posture and closed my eyes, trembling.

Fiona was Henry's childhood sweetheart, and from the time we started dating until we got married, she always appeared in our lives inappropriately.

And Henry never drove her away, even tacitly allowing her to challenge me again and again.

Once, I doubted Henry's feelings for Fiona.

But it wasn't until I saw those love letters that I realized—

Fiona was just a tool he used to provoke my jealousy.

Henry enjoyed the way I was jealous of love.

Henry looked towards the door and finally noticed me standing there.

He frowned slightly and asked, "What are you doing here?"

I clenched the strap of my bag tightly, realizing that he hadn't heard a word I said earlier.

"The champion medal I left at home is missing," I said, looking directly at him, "I came to ask if you've seen it."

Henry was visibly stunned for a moment, then his eyes darkened with a little disappointment:

"Just for that?"

"Or else?" I retorted, "What did you think I came for?"

His face instantly darkened.

I was too familiar with that expression—

Every time I didn't do things the way he expected, he would show this displeasing expression.

This time, Henry must think I was here to beg him to withdraw the divorce application.

"Are you talking about that champion medal?" Fiona suddenly interjected, "I said I wanted it the other day, and Henry gave it to me."

She tilted her head, looking completely innocent, "But I accidentally lost it after I got home..."

My mind went blank, and the blood rushed to my head:

"Do you have any right to give my things away to someone else?"

"It's just a champion medal," Henry interrupted me coldly, "Why are you making such a fuss? I'll buy you ten more another day."

"That was my first champion honor! It has become a part of me, and I can't even bear to let it catch a speck of dust！" I almost shouted it out, my voice trembling.

The private room fell silent instantly.

Henry was clearly stunned, but quickly regained his indifferent demeanor:

"It's already lost. What do you want me to do? Don't make such a big deal out of it."

I bit my lip hard until it bled, tasting the blood in my mouth.

I already said it was my cherished possession, yet he still thinks I'm being unreasonable.

Henry, is this how you like me?

I know I couldn't get the medal back. I turned and left. I guess if I stayed another second, I would break down.

I heard the sound of a chair moving behind me.

Henry got up: "It's time to end the party, let's go."

He followed me.

As I walked out of the club, the night wind stung my cheeks.

I kept my head down and walked quickly, not wanting them to see my reddened eyes.

Suddenly, there was a "creaking" noise overhead.

Before I could react, I heard someone scream behind me: "Watch out!"

I looked up and saw a huge billboard falling towards us.

In that instant, Henry lunged towards me.

But after meeting my eyes, Henry actually changed direction at the last second, protecting Fiona beneath him.

"Bang!"

In the instant the excruciating pain struck, I only felt pathetic.

Just to avoid revealing that he likes me, could he disregard my life?

When I woke up again, I smelled the pungent smell of disinfectants and knew I was in the hospital.

I struggled to turn my neck to see around. The hospital room was empty.

"You're awake?" A nurse pushed the door open, "You've been unconscious for two days. Luckily, it's just a mild concussion."

"Who brought me here?" My throat was so dry I could barely speak.

"Your husband," the nurse said while adjusting the IV drip rate, "He was frantic when you were covered in blood, almost tore the hospital apart. But strangely, after hearing the doctor say you would wake up soon, he rushed off, saying he had something urgent. He is so strange."

I closed my eyes, a bitter smile tugging at the corner of my lips.

He is not strange at all.

After all, he wouldn't reveal even a trace of his affection for me in front of others.