I Left, and He Came Begging

Garren released my shoulder, his face stern and signaled to the side. Several bodyguards immediately rushed forward, forcing me toward the car.

“No!” I screamed in terror. “Fenella’s life is a life—does that mean my child’s life isn’t? Garren! If I had known it would be like this, I would rather have died than marry you!”

I struggled with all my strength, tears streaming down my cheeks. But he remained firmly in the passenger seat, not even turning his head.

My desperate screams choked in my throat, an overwhelming sense of helplessness surged through me, leaving only endless hatred.

Twenty minutes later, I lay on the cold operating table, staring blankly at the glaring white lights above.

For a moment, it felt as if my chest was filled with icy spikes, making it almost impossible to breathe. I couldn’t even tell whether the pain in my body or the pain in my heart was worse.

When I woke up, Garren was by my bedside, gently holding my hand and comforting me. “It’s just one child. We’ll still have more.”

I pulled my hand away coldly, a sharp pain shooting from my abdomen. The pain in my heart reached its peak.

Garren had no idea that the doctor had said my condition made it extremely difficult to conceive. Being able to get pregnant this time was already a miracle. If I terminated the pregnancy, I would never be able to conceive again in my life.

“I had my assistant buy the best supplements. I’m sorry, Linnea… this will be the last time I…”

Garren kept rambling in my ear, but I couldn’t hear a single word.

Before, even if I had a small cut on my finger, he would fuss over me for ages. But now, for another woman, he could hurt me without any restraint, ignoring my wishes, ignoring my body.

I stopped looking at him, lowering my eyes, staring blankly like a lifeless puppet.

At that moment, the doctor who performed my surgery sent a message. [Miss Wirm, this abortion procedure has weakened your vitality. The side effects of memory loss may accelerate.]

In other words, the abortion unintentionally sped up the memory loss…

I composed my expression, masking the swirl of emotions in my eyes and cast a quick, careful glance at the unaware Garren. The divorce had to happen.

It was also time to put the divorce on the agenda. It seemed even fate didn’t want me to stay by his side any longer.

After being discharged from the hospital, I couldn’t wait to have the divorce papers prepared and I steeled myself as I stepped into the villa.

I searched through every room, only to find Garren cooking. Since we got married, this was the first time I had ever seen him in the kitchen.

“Fenella hasn’t had much of an appetite these past few days, so I specially prepared some dishes to suit her taste,” he said, focused as he stirred the food in the pan.

Garren had once said he was a clean freak and hated the smell of cooking oil, claiming he would never set foot in a kitchen. To accommodate him, I had always taken care of all the cooking at home.

At first, I worried he wouldn’t like the food made by the servants, so I practiced cooking every day. Day after day, my hands soaked in oil and smoke became rough and calloused—all just to make meals that would satisfy Garren.

Yet now, he could cook by himself… all for Fenella.

He stayed in the kitchen he hated most for two or three hours… maybe even longer. From washing and chopping vegetables to cooking over the stove, every single detail was under his careful control.

After a while, Garren finally looked up and glanced at me. “Looking for me?”

I clutched the divorce papers in my hand, about to speak, but he interrupted me again. “This is my first time cooking and these are all Fenella’s favorite dishes. Why don’t you taste them for her first?”

With that, he brought the food to my mouth.

I couldn’t help but laugh bitterly in my heart. Three years of marriage and he had never cooked for me—not once, let alone fed me. Now, he finally broke the habit… only to feed another woman.

I tried to refuse, but the steaming food was forced into my mouth.

In an instant, my expression changed— it contained seafood!