The Accident Happened on the Ninth Wedding Anniversary

On our ninth wedding anniversary, my husband gave me a complete set of expensive skincare products.

Lying in the hospital bed, I dialed his number and smiled as I asked him for a divorce.

A young girl's voice came from the phone, filled with grievous sobs.

"Mrs. Lance, even if my gift doesn't meet your expectations, you shouldn't treat Mr. Lance this way. He can't live without you."

While gently comforting his little canary, Harris Lance couldn't wait to say to me, "Let's see at the Family Court tomorrow."

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I waited for over a month, but he never showed up.

It wasn't until after momo's birthday party ended that Harris returned home, smelling of alcohol and walking unsteadily, driven by his chauffeur.

"Where is my dearest little baby?"

He embraced me from behind as I bent down to clean up the mess, playfully nuzzling my neck with his nose.

My body stiffened for a moment, and I smiled, asking the nanny Linda to go back to the room first.

Once the spacious living room was empty, leaving only the two of us, I mercilessly pushed Harris onto the couch.

"Clear your schedule tomorrow morning, Friday. We're going to the Family Court to get a divorce."

I knew Harris wasn't drunk; he heard exactly what I said.

But he remained indifferent, furrowing his brow and holding his head, muttering for water.

In the past, whenever he had social engagements outside, I would stay home.

No matter how late it was, I would promptly bring him a cup of warm sobering tea.

But today, even if his voice was loud enough to wake momo, I still didn't go to the kitchen.

Harris narrowed his eyes, staring at me for a while.

Suddenly, he pulled out an exquisitely crafted small box from his pocket.

And tossed it onto the coffee table as if giving a tip.

Moving my neck, he smiled ambiguously and said to me.

"You caused such a fuss just to get this, didn't you?"

I didn't need to open it; I already knew there was a ring inside.

When I married Harris, we were both poor.

We could barely afford a wedding ring, let alone a new bed or bedding.

The night before we got our marriage certificate, Harris proposed to me on the highest hill in the city, kneeling down on one knee.

He asked me to marry him, promising to treat me well for the rest of his life and do everything in his power to give me everything I wanted.

He really did what he said.

Two years after our marriage, we had a house.

Three years later, we had a child and moved into an even bigger house.

In our nine years of marriage, he bought me countless luxury items, enough to fill up another spare house.

But there was one thing missing—a ring.

I used to think he was too busy and not attentive enough.

It wasn't until I accidentally saw him with a young girl, entering the VIP section of a jewelry store, that I realized the truth.

When they came out, the beautiful girl had a dazzling diamond ring on her hand that could blind passersby.

Rubbing my waist, I slowly sat down next to Harris. I took his hand, and naturally, our fingers interlocked like an old married couple.

With a smile, he accused me.

"Honey, you haven't given a single phone call to me recently. You're heartless. By the way, I bought many gifts for you and momo, still in the car and haven't brought them in yet."

I didn't speak; I just examined Harris's hand.

As expected, there was a faint mark from a ring.

My throat trembled uncontrollably, and I closed my eyes.

When he stood up, preparing to get the gifts from the car, I opened my eyes and spoke softly to him.

"Harris, I had a hysterectomy. Congratulations, now you can openly find someone else to have children with."