My Final Wish Is to Walk Away from You

"If you hadn’t taken the credit and made me mistake you for someone else, Lily wouldn’t have missed her best chance to treat her legs because of poverty—and she wouldn’t be in a wheelchair now!"

"So what if you had an allergic reaction? You deserved it for ruining your own face!"

I stared blankly at the photos of the delicate girl in the wheelchair.

A faint unease crept into my chest. I felt that I had truly made a mistake.

I lay in the hospital for two days, and Xavier never appeared.

Eventually, I learned everything from a private investigator.

On the day of the theater collapse, a massive crystal chandelier had fallen toward Xavier, who was there as a sponsor.

A ballet dancer named Lily Parker pushed him out of the way, breaking both her legs in the process.

If not for her, he would have died on the spot.

I heard she was his junior in school and had secretly admired him for years, too insecure to confess her feelings.

Until a recent encounter, they rekindled their bond—and they finally confessed to each other.

Everything became clear.

He had never been looking for me.

For the first time, I thought of divorce.

But fate mocked me—because the doctor said I was two months pregnant.

Grandpa Charles and my parents were overjoyed.

They told me that all couples fight, that I should think of the child and give him a complete family.

Grandpa Charles even planned a family banquet to celebrate and ease the tension between us.

For the child’s sake—and for the love I couldn’t let go of—I agreed.

But Xavier didn’t care.

He brought Lily, both dressed in matching designer outfits, and boldly sat in my seat.

Ignoring his grandfather’s furious expression, he only asked Lily gently what she wanted to eat.

Lily looked at me nervously and whispered, “Xavier, can I really sit here? Won’t it upset your wife…?”

“Heh, a thief has no right to be upset.”

The words hit harder than a slap.

Ignoring the awkward glances around me, I forced a smile, said I wasn’t feeling well, and hurried upstairs.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him kiss Lily’s forehead, and my heart clenched painfully.

Then came Grandpa Charles’s angry shout—and I fell down the stairs.

Blood pooled beneath me. I tried to scream, but no sound came out.

Before I lost consciousness, I saw Xavier rushing toward me.

When I opened my eyes again, I was in the hospital.

Xavier sat beside my bed, his eyes shadowed with exhaustion, as though he hadn’t slept.

Remembering the fall, a fragile hope flickered inside me.

Was he worried about me?

But his next words shattered that illusion.

“The child is gone—but it’s for the best. A bastard born of lies shouldn’t have existed anyway.”

Once, during our honeymoon, he whispered sweetly in my ear, begging me to give him a daughter just like me.

Now, with his indifference and cruelty, something inside me broke completely.

Tears streamed down my face as I shouted hoarsely, “Why did you do this to me?”

Xavier calmly straightened his collar, his tone dripping with mockery.

“Isn’t this your own fault? The moment you stole someone else’s credit, you should’ve expected this.”

I collapsed back onto the bed, watching helplessly as Lily’s call pulled him away.

Touching my empty belly, I wept uncontrollably.

But I truly didn’t know anything.

As a doctor, I had only done my duty to save my patient.