I gave him a child and spent seven years in this marriage, yet even seeing my own son depended on the mood of him and his assistant. They thought I would never leave this marriage. Until the day I overturned every last bit of their so-called dignity at the family table and threw the divorce papers straight in his face. From that moment on— this marriage was officially over. On our eighth wedding anniversary, my husband sent me a massive bouquet of roses. As soon as I came out of surgery, I called him and calmly asked for a divorce. On the other end of the line, his girlfriend sobbed an apology: “Mrs. Parker, it’s all my fault. Please don’t be angry with Mr. Parker.” Liam Parker gently comforted her for a while, then coldly said to me: “As you wish.” When I saw him again, it was already half a month later. “Make me some pasta, will you?” Liam Parker returned home early in the morning, but didn’t see the usual hot meal waiting on the dining table. He frowned instinctively, giving me a couple of instructions before heading to the bathroom. When he emerged surrounded by steam, I was still absentmindedly staring at the TV. He took several designer handbags out of his suitcase: “Take a look, do you like them?” The pink bags seemed to be the styles young girls favored most. In the past, when he tried to make up with me, he would always cater to my tastes. Now, he was just trying to appease me with thoughtless gifts. I couldn’t be bothered to look, so I picked up the remote and changed the channel, asking him: “When do you have time to get divorced?” Liam Parker was very busy; even our anniversary gift was chosen by his female secretary. When it came to scheduling, I had to accommodate him. “Stop being difficult. Olivia didn’t know you hate roses. I’ll remind her next time.” The man poured himself a small glass of red wine and sat down in the armchair opposite me, with an ambiguous smile. Olivia was Liam’s childhood friend. She had liked him since they were young, so as soon as she graduated, she quickly became his personal assistant. Their relationship was so close that they even stayed in the same suite during business trips. Actually, I didn’t blame Olivia for pursuing Liam. After all, it takes two to tango. If he didn’t want it, no woman could climb into his bed. I exaggeratedly yawned, tears unconsciously welling up in my eyes. After not hearing my reply for a long time, Liam Parker thought the matter was over. He asked about our seven-year-old son’s recent test rankings. I shook my head: “I don’t know.” I wasn’t refusing to tell him because I was angry. I really didn’t know. The Parker family pursued elite education, so our son had been attending boarding school since he was young, with a packed schedule of various courses every day. Laughably, even though I gave birth to this child, I rarely got to see him. I cried and made a fuss about it, but the Parker family remained unmoved. In their view, my marrying into the Parker family was already my greatest honor. As for anything else, I couldn’t even dream of it. Liam Parker pinched the bridge of his nose, telling me to focus more on our child: “If this continues, Olivia will become more like his mother than you.” I understood. Yesterday was Friday, the only day I was allowed to pick up our son from school. I arrived an hour early and waited until the sky darkened and the school gates closed. Then Olivia called to tell me that Mrs. Parker had asked her to pick up the child and take him home for dinner. On the other end of the line, I heard Liam’s voice. He was laughing and asking Olivia if she wanted some soup.
I snapped back to reality and said to Liam with a mirthless smile: “Isn’t this what you wanted? I’ll leave right away and make room for her.” I don’t know which word struck a nerve with Liam, but he fell silent for a few seconds before exploding in anger: “My patience has limits. Chloe Bennett, stop being so difficult.” The man stood up and took a couple of steps before I calmly said: “I forgot to tell you, I had a miscarriage.” One month ago. That night, he received a call from Olivia and rushed out just to help her avoid drinking, while I was in so much pain I nearly fainted. I drove myself to the ER. The doctor told me I had been pregnant for over two months, but the baby had no heartbeat and had already miscarried. When I learned the child was gone, I actually felt relieved. Lying alone in the hospital room, I thought it was time to end this marriage. In the living room, Liam Parker stood with his back to me, gripping his wine glass tightly, his knuckles turning white. He didn’t ask why I hadn’t called him. He knew very well how many times I had called him that night. Unfortunately, no one answered. “It doesn’t matter if you lost it. The fact is, you’re not capable of being a mother.” Liam Parker walked to his study and skillfully closed the door. In seven years of marriage, there had been countless arguments. I was always the first to back down. However, this time, Liam Parker never heard the sound of a pleading knock on his door. Half an hour later, he opened the door and searched the entire house, but couldn’t find me anywhere…
I was Liam Parker’s first love. No one would have imagined that a well-mannered, handsome rich boy would fall in love with a rebellious, party-loving girl from the wrong side of the tracks. Our first meeting wasn’t pleasant. In a stinking alley, the honor student was being threatened by some thugs. I happened to be passing by when someone whistled at me. So I rode my bike into the crowd, inadvertently solving a life crisis for the introverted rich kid while teaching the thugs a lesson. From then on, Liam Parker kept following me around. He would follow me after school, and I couldn’t get rid of him no matter what. He sent me roses, and I coldly threw them into the toilet to soak, then tossed them back onto his desk. He personally made me an extremely expensive lunch, and I gave it to a beggar on the street. My girlfriends teased me about having a rich and enthusiastic puppy following me around. Everyone could see that he and I were from different worlds. But it was this person who, when I couldn’t go to school because my alcoholic father had beaten me, forcibly barged in and carried me to the hospital. While the doctor was stitching me up, he stood with his back to me, his shoulders shaking uncontrollably as he kept wiping his face. The doctor asked him, bemused, why he was crying when he wasn’t the injured one. He said he didn’t know why, but his chest hurt terribly. He even asked the doctor, foolishly, if he needed an ECG. In the hospital room, Liam Parker clumsily peeled some fruit. “I don’t want to feel this way anymore, Chloe. Please don’t get hurt again.” I ate the ice cream he bought and mumbled okay, then glared at him: “So will you be my boyfriend?” For the whole day, we both blushed and couldn’t speak. I told Liam Parker a secret. Every time my dad got drunk and beat my mom half to death, a wilted rose would appear in our house the next day as an apology. So if one day he wanted to break up with me, there was no need to say it out loud. Just give me a rose. “Silly girl, we’ll be together forever.” The 18-year-old boy hugged me tightly, not allowing me to say any more foolish things. To escape my father’s unreasonable behavior, Liam Parker took me abroad to study. To force us to break up, his father cut off all his financial support. At that time, besides going to school, we had to work two part-time jobs each day. Those days were so difficult and busy, but Liam and I couldn’t help teasing each other even while brushing our teeth. In our tiny apartment, we laughed and bickered, our eyes full of nothing but each other. If only we could have spent the rest of our lives like that…
“Miss Bennett? Are you alright?” The doctor’s words pulled me back to reality. Today was the third day since I had moved out of the mansion, and my old insomnia problem had worsened again. I took the prescription the doctor wrote and ran into Olivia while picking up my medication. “Mrs. Parker, why did you come to the hospital alone?” Olivia blinked innocently, and seeing that I didn’t respond, she looked at me with sympathetic eyes: “I heard from Liam that you lost the baby… Don’t be sad, you’re still so young, you’ll definitely have another chance.” “Don’t worry, there won’t be another chance.” As soon as I finished speaking, I saw Liam walking over with a dark expression. I noticed he was tightly gripping an inhaler, though I didn’t know why he was angry. Olivia coyly told me that she had slightly sprained her ankle when going downstairs because she wasn’t paying attention. It was such a minor injury that she didn’t need to see a doctor, but Liam had insisted on bringing her, causing her to miss work. Seeing the medication bag in my hand, Liam couldn’t help but ask: “Are you feeling unwell?” Seeing that I was ignoring him and about to leave, he actually snatched my medication away. “When did the insomnia start?” “Chloe Bennett, I’m talking to you. How long are you going to keep this up?” Liam Parker thought I had left home out of anger, as a ploy to get his attention. So until now, he had never tried to find out where I was living or what I had been doing these past few days. He unconsciously raised his voice, causing people around to stop and stare at him. A flash of weariness crossed my eyes as I snatched back the medication from his hand and said softly: “I’m not acting up.” Perhaps my tone was too gentle and calm, because Liam Parker thought I was backing down. He suggested taking me home first, then driving Olivia back to the office. But I shook my head. “Work is more important. I can go by myself.” By “go back,” I meant back to my own home. My alcoholic father died in a car accident, leaving me a huge settlement. And the house I once desperately wanted to escape had now become my only refuge. Watching my desolate figure walk away, Liam Parker pursed his lips, about to take a step forward when Olivia grabbed his arm. The woman told him, her face pale, that she suddenly felt very unwell. It was probably a hypoglycemic episode. Liam Parker hesitated for a moment, but didn’t follow me. He turned and walked towards a nearby vending machine.
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