Chapter 3

I stared at him in disbelief, unable to hide the anger in my eyes, shocked that such words could come from Kevin.

As he moved to kiss me, I struggled fiercely and finally managed to escape.

But then, I saw Kevin at the other end of the hallway, his arm intimately intertwined with Amelia's.

"Kevin!" I shouted loudly.

He didn't respond and just walked away, holding Amelia around the waist.

Amelia glanced back at me as she left, her look full of provocation.

If she could hear me, I believe Kevin could hear me too, yet he chose to ignore me.

That evening, Kevin returned very late, looking upset. He questioned me, "Why did you hit my friend at the hospital today? Just because I didn't accompany you, you took it out on my friend? Maria, you are being unreasonable."

Facing his rage, I brushed back my hair to reveal my swollen face.

Kevin’s friend was a sturdy man, and the difference in strength between us was so vast that I couldn't possibly hit him.

He was completely twisting the truth, yet Kevin chose to believe his friend.

"Didn't you get any medicine at the hospital today?"

He didn't even ask how I got hurt.

I took a deep breath and explained everything that had happened at the hospital.

The more he listened, the grimmer his expression became. "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"I know him better than you do. Are you just making up stories to vilify my friend to get my attention?"

"To joke about such a thing is utterly unreasonable!"

"You’re not his type. Damn it. Why would I marry such a jealous woman?"

Was this what Kevin thought of me?

My ten years of devotion couldn't earn me a shred of his trust.

Every word he said pained my heart.

That night, I didn't speak another word to him and slept in the guest room.

The next morning, he bought breakfast as an apology.

He said he was sorry for the harsh words the day before.

I thought a simple breakfast might heal the wounds in my heart, especially since Kevin rarely admitted his mistakes.

But I was wrong.

When I saw how attentive Kevin took care of Amelia at the hospital, my heart still ached, and I felt aggrieved.

I clenched my fists and sent a message to my friend. "I want you to draft divorce papers for me."

I was woken up by Kevin.

He stood by the bed, asking coldly, "Feeling better?"

His tone was icy, showing no concern.

I pulled the blanket to my neck before replying, "I'm fine."

He saw my movement and frowned slightly, "What are you hiding? There's nothing I haven't seen on you. Get up. Let's go have lunch."

I bit my lip, silent.

Not wanting to argue further, I changed clothes and followed him downstairs.

"Let's eat first, and then buy some medicine to keep at home."

"No need. The wounds are almost healed, and they generally don't hurt unless touched."

Kevin stared at my face for several seconds before speaking, "Indeed, after all these years, they should have healed."

"Don't harm yourself to get my attention. Being honest might actually make me respect you more."

A mocking smile played on my lips. So, all these years, he thought I was pretending to be in pain.

When I saved Kevin and got stabbed three or four times, nearly dying, how could it not hurt?

Seeing that I didn't respond, Kevin started the car and began explaining why he hadn't come home last night.

"I had planned to come back, but I couldn't leave Amelia alone in the hospital."

"She indeed needs someone to look after her."

Kevin suddenly slammed on the brakes and the car shuddered to a halt, causing me to lurch forward, almost hitting my forehead.

"We're here."

I hummed in acknowledgment and opened the car door to get out. Suddenly, a ring rolled out.