When I Didn't Love Her, She Loved Me the Most

Late at night, Vivian hurried back home.

She was very unhappy with my behavior because she was the one who could boss me around and I would always obey her.

"Issac, what's wrong with you?"

She threw her bag away angrily. She still smelled of disinfectant, and she had indeed rushed back from the hospital.

I drank Coke as I replied to her, "I'm serious. I want to get a divorce."

I looked indifferent, which made her a little angry.

Vivian's pretty face was wrinkled, and she endured for a long time before she didn't curse me with the most vicious words.

"I don't agree." She said, dodging my eyes.

I knew why she didn't want to get a divorce. After we got married, her parents were afraid that she would do something stupid again, so they put all her property under my name.

Without me, she wouldn't even have the money to pay for Chris' medical treatment.

She also thought of this, and her expression immediately eased a lot.

"Issac, don't be impulsive. I was wrong tonight. I can explain..."

"No need to explain. I will return your money to you." I interrupted her.

I knew she loved Chris deeply both in my previous life and this life.

I once loved her so much, so I would help her.

When Vivian saw that I was serious, her expression became a little distorted.

She gritted her teeth and said, "What are you doing now? Didn't you agree that I went to take care of him?"

She was right. I agreed to all of this.

In my previous life, I felt sorry for her because I knew she was forced by her parents.

So I told her that I would not sleep with her after we got married, and if she wanted to take care of Chris, I had no complaints.

But I didn't expect she would go so far.

On our wedding day, she dumped me in front of all our friends and family because the hospital told her that Chris had a mental breakdown during rehabilitation treatment and was threatening to commit suicide.

She rushed out in the dress without hesitation.

In the end, I was the only one left to help her clean up the mess.

I was drunk that night, but Vivian didn't answer my calls.

When her parents called me expressing their concerns, I had to keep it a secret for her.

I told her parents that she was tired and went to bed.

In fact, she was in the hospital crying with Chris at that time.

I stayed alone in the room all night, and she hurried back early the next morning.

"Chris' condition is serious, and I need to take care of him."

After saying that, she started to pack up.

She was eager to take care of Chris, but she didn't feel the slightest bit of guilt towards me.

I held back my sadness and gave her some money.

"I know you don't have any money, so just take this."

She was very touched and took it happily.

"You're so nice to me." After saying this, she left.

I thought, "Since you said I'm nice to you, why can't you be nice to me?"

I finally made up my mind.

As I looked at Vivian, I put those sad things behind me.

"I am not joking, nor am I intentionally trying to draw your attention."

I looked at her and said word by word, "Let's get divorced."