You Are My Unreachable Star

I blocked Hugh's number and handled the discharge procedures myself.

At my urging, the hospital gave me the pool of blood and flesh that flowed out of my lower part.

He was wrapped in a small box, his heartbeat stopped forever.

I could no longer feel his warmth, nor could I whisper to him every night.

I looked at him for a long time and decided to bury him in my flower bed.

My favorite rose bushes were there. I always fantasized about him growing up and planting flowers with me.

But he'd never grow up.

Wiping away my tears, I was about to leave the hospital when I saw two familiar figures around the corner.

"Hugh, I'm scared..."

Trina sat in a wheelchair, reluctantly holding Hugh's hand.

Hugh smiled gently. When he was about to speak, he looked up and saw me.

He unconsciously frowned as if my showing up here was a great mistake.

Trina also saw me, and her face became somewhat distorted.

"Why are you here?"

He asked so naturally. Last night, when I had a stomachache and asked him to go to the hospital with me, he left me alone. Seemed he had forgotten all about it.

I didn't want to waste time with him, so I turned my gaze away and was about to leave, but Trina stopped me.

"Ava, you have hated me for so long, and now you finally get your wish."

Trina said that her condition was very bad, and she might die soon.

I didn't say anything, but Hugh became impatient.

"What are you doing here?"

He frowned and sized me up. Apart from my pale complexion, I seemed no different from usual times.

In the past, I was self-reliant. I was afraid of becoming a burden to him, so every time I got sick, I would never tell him, and I solved every problem on my own.

He naturally assumed that I was following him.

He thought that I was unhappy about him being with Trina, so I often did something to bug him.

For example, before he went out last night, I begged him while pulling his clothes. I said that I was in pain and asked him to save me.

But he thought this was my way of keeping him.

I glanced at Hugh, not wanting to waste time with him, and for the first time, I didn't respond to his words.

"Hugh... Ava seems a little upset."

"Don't mind her. She's just too bored and doesn't wanna be ignored."

When I heard this, I stopped in my tracks.

Maybe it was the power given to me by the small box in my hand. I turned around boldly and stared at them.

"If you think I should be happy if I see my husband accompanying his mistress to see a doctor, then you are really a perfect match. One of you is a scum, and the other is a cheap slut."

Trina's expression changed, and Hugh scolded me.

"Ava, watch your mouth. Don't forget what you did to marry me."

Hugh protected Trina behind him as he always did, acting as if I had bullied her.

Made sense.

Without me, they would have been together. They didn't have to have an affair in front of me now.

I used to argue and explain with him, but now, I didn't have any desire to talk to him at all. He could think whatever he wanted to think. I was tired.

"I remember clearly."

I sneered and looked at him, saying, "You know what? I was so stupid back then. So...

"Let's get a divorce."

After speaking, I turned and left. Hugh looked at my back, his expression somewhat stunned.

I felt a burning gaze that seemed to put me on fire.

Perhaps because of extreme disgust or anger, Hugh left Trina behind for the first time and chased after me.

"What do you mean? Explain."

"Divorce. How's that hard to understand?"

He was surprised that I'd talk back.

He failed to react for a moment. He was stunned for a few seconds before gritting his teeth and pulling me, asking, "What are you up to now?"

"Nothing."

I shook off his hand and didn't want to waste any more time with him.

Hugh wanted to chase after me again, but not far away, Trina exclaimed.

"Hugh..."

Hugh stopped and turned around to look.

Trina, in the wheelchair, clutched her chest in pain and looked towards this side.

Hugh didn't hesitate at all and immediately rushed over to pick up Trina.

I knew it. She was the only person who could make him act so decisively to save her.

I watched their gradually disappearing figures and tried to collect myself.

If he could have treated me the same way last night, my baby wouldn't have died.

But he didn't.

Hugh, there are too many things separating us.

I don't want to, and I can't love you anymore.