When Love is No Longer Enough

I looked into Jacob’s tearful eyes and finally asked the question that had been weighing on my heart for days.

“Do you remember what I told you before we got married?”

Before our wedding, I made it clear to him: if he ever fell in love with someone else, he should tell me, and I would willingly step aside. But if he deceived me, I would disappear from his life forever.

Without hesitation, Jacob nodded.

“Why are you suddenly bringing this up? Did I do something wrong to upset you?”

He stood up abruptly, his expression turning serious, and commanded the nurse behind him, “Call every woman who has interacted with me recently!”

In just a few moments, my room was filled with over ten women—nurses, housemaids, and even Daisy, who stood among them with her hand resting smugly on her belly.

Jacob clasped his hands behind his back and sternly ordered, “Tell my wife exactly how you’ve interacted with me recently. Be as detailed as possible!”

One by one, the women reported their interactions.

“Madam, the last time I interacted with Mr. Lopez was to submit your latest meal plan.”

“Madam, I only saw him when he asked me to bring calming incense to the hospital for you.”

“Madam, I interacted with him when he noticed your IV was running low and asked me to replace it.”

Each woman recounted their encounters, all related to my care. Some couldn’t hide their admiration for how attentive he was to me.

When it was Daisy’s turn, she said lightly, “I haven’t interacted with Mr. Lopez since delivering the fruit basket yesterday. Madam, you can rest assured—Mr. Lopez’s heart is entirely with you.”

Though her words seemed flattering, they dripped with sarcasm.

I chuckled bitterly, waving my hand to dismiss everyone.

After proving his innocence, Jacob seemed visibly more at ease. He sat beside my bed, held my hand, and said sincerely, “Larissa, you know I’ve only ever loved you. I would never have feelings for another woman.”

I gave a faint “Mm” and withdrew my hand, ignoring the disappointment in his eyes.

As if remembering something, he added, “Larissa, I have to go on a business trip tomorrow, so I can’t stay with you. But my phone will be on 24/7. Call me if you miss me.”

His words were full of affection, with no trace of pretense.

Suppressing my discomfort, I nodded. “Take care while traveling.”

For a fleeting moment, I caught a glimmer of guilt in his eyes. Then he spoke again, his voice tinged with reluctance.

“But I’ll miss you so much. Even though it’s just for a day, I hate being apart from you for even a second.”

He sighed dramatically before adding, “When we adopt a child, let’s hand over the company to them. That way, I won’t have to travel so much, and we can always be together.”

If I didn’t already know he was leaving to marry Daisy in seven days, I might have been moved by his words.

Finally, he kissed my forehead with evident reluctance and left the room.

The moment he stepped out, I left the hospital. At home, I packed my belongings and left a signed divorce agreement on the living room table. Without looking back, I boarded a flight to Switzerland.

Before takeoff, I deleted and blocked all of Jacob’s contact information, severing all ties with him.