In the seventh year of my marriage to Hector Smith, I proposed divorce. At that time, Hector was deeply in love with his secretary, Yael Larson. Meanwhile, I reconnected with Zack Cooper, my childhood friend and also my attending physician, after a long separation. Everyone had said that I was his beloved, his one and only wife. But then he openly bought Yael a top-tier riverside apartment. Everyone was betting on when we would get divorced. Meanwhile, I was counting down every day, ticking off the remaining items on my bucket list. That evening, Hector was hosting an important client reception, and I—who usually stayed out of his work matters—slipped on my coat, intending to make an appearance. As I pushed open the heavy door, every eye in the room swung toward me. Hector and Yael leaned against each other, but a moment later, someone snapped back to reality and continued to tease them, “Mr. Smith and Ms. Larson, you two make such a perfect couple!” A wry grin flickered across my lips. “Mr. Smith, I’m sorry for interrupting your good time—guess I should toast to you…” Without waiting for Hector to respond, I tilted my head back and downed the drinks in one go. Perhaps I drank a bit too hastily because a sharp pain stabbed through my stomach. I mechanically picked up some food, chewed it without really tasting it, and forced it down my throat. Yael, standing before me, did bear a resemblance to my twenty-year-old self. She rose to her feet, picked up her glass, and walked toward me. “Mrs. Smith, Mr. Smith and I were just working together. We didn’t mean to…” I gently pushed her glass aside and looked at Hector, whose expression had turned unreadable. I smirked. “Mr. Smith, I shouldn’t have interrupted your good time. I hope you won’t be upset.” Hector slammed his wine glass down forcefully, a hint of impatience flickering in his eyes. “Why did you have to come here and make a scene instead of talking about it at home?” Yael sensed Hector’s anger and tried to soothe him by patting his back. “Mrs. Smith must have some urgent matter. Maybe we should just call it a night?” Hector waved his hand dismissively. “Ignore her. Let’s continue.” With that, he picked up his glass to make another toast. My stomachache grew worse, and I decided to stop pressing Hector further. I stood up, clutching my stomach, and left, hearing Yael’s coquettish chuckle. “Since Mrs. Smith left sensibly, Mr. Smith, are you going home tonight?”
After seven years of marriage to Hector, I had never interfered in his affairs, no matter how many he had outside. But recently, he had been going too far. His relationship with Yael had even reached his mother’s ears, and she warned me not to let him disgrace the family name. Moreover, lately, I’d been jolted awake by nightmares, each time feeling as if I’d lived through half a lifetime, my heart tormented. So, I decided to gently warn him that it was time to rein in his behavior. But with this unbearable stomachache, I had no choice but to put it on hold. I drove to the hospital as fast as I could, barely holding it together. The doctor gave me a bunch of test orders. A few hours later, the doctor asked me, “What’s your name?” “Charleen Smith.” At that moment, I was in so much pain that I was drenched in sweat and curled up on the hospital bed. “How long has it been since you last had a bowel movement?” “Uh… about a week.” “The results just came back. Your constipation is caused by intestinal obstruction. You’ll need an enema shortly. Please get ready for it.” As soon as the doctor finished speaking, I was surrounded by nurses. By the time I got home after the enema, it was already the afternoon of the next day. Hector still hadn’t come back. I guessed that with his beautiful secretary by his side, he had completely forgotten about me, someone no longer in the prime of youth. In the fifth year of our marriage, Hector’s hotel business expanded rapidly. With that came his increasing all-night absences. Later, I learned that he had been constantly changing secretaries. But ever since Yael started working as his secretary two years ago, Hector had not hired another one. My friend kindly warned me to keep an eye on the women around Hector, so I wouldn’t end up being taken for a ride without even realizing it. I just smiled. They had no idea that I had never had any access to Hector’s money. Once again, when I arrived at Hector’s office building, the receptionist asked if I had an appointment. I guess I was probably the only wife who needed an appointment just to see her own husband. I called Hector and told him I couldn’t get in. Before long, Yael came to pick me up. “Mrs. Smith, Mr. Smith is busy at the moment. Could you please wait for a moment in the lounge?” The young receptionist looked surprised and muttered nervously, “Who knew Mr. Smith had a wife? I always thought Yael was Mrs. Smith. So thin and haggard—I can’t figure out what he sees in her.” Yael gave the girl a stern look, then turned to bring me a cup of coffee. “Mrs. Smith, please wait a moment. Mr. Smith will be here as soon as he’s done.” Hector wrapped up his meeting early and walked over to me. His brows furrowed as he asked, “Couldn’t this wait until I get home?” “I’ve been waiting for you for over a week, but you never went home. I want a divorce.” After hearing what I said, Hector finally looked up from his pile of documents in disbelief. “Don’t make a scene here. I’ll find time this weekend to go home and spend some time with you, okay? Your birthday is coming up in a few days. I’ll transfer 300 thousand dollars into your account. If that’s not enough, just let me know.” I forced a smile. In the seven years of our marriage, his celebration of my birthday had become increasingly perfunctory. His business kept growing, but the amount of money he transferred into my account kept shrinking. I was just about to get up and fling the bank card in his face when I didn’t notice Yael had come up behind me. I accidentally knocked over the freshly brewed espresso she was holding, and the coffee splashed all over her crisp white suit, staining it. Hector stood up and pushed me aside, his eyes filled with obvious concern. He took Yael’s hand and anxiously asked if she had been burned anywhere. This was the first time he so openly cared for another woman right in front of me. I slowly clenched my fists and gave a soft, bitter smile. Hector scolded me, “Apologize to Yael right now.” I picked up my bag, didn’t spare him another glance, and walked away. As soon as I got downstairs, my phone rang. “Are you Charleen?”
As the car moved slowly forward, my mind drifted back to the year I graduated. Hector and I had attended a charity event together. That was when we met Yael. Despite her frail and small frame, her eyes shone with an extraordinary toughness. We learned that Yael had lost her mother at a young age and was later abandoned by her family. Even after years of working part-time jobs to pay her way through high school, she still couldn’t afford her university tuition. On the verge of missing her chance to start university, she looked helpless but resolute. Perhaps because she reminded me of myself in some way, I inexplicably decided that day to sponsor her anonymously. Hector was somewhat reluctant at first, but eventually gave in to my persistence and agreed. Over the years, I regularly transferred money into Yael’s account through Hector’s account, without paying attention to her academic performance or what she did after graduation. I just never expected to see her again—this time among the job candidates at Hector’s company. Maybe it was all meant to be. The car pulled smoothly into the hospital parking lot. I got out without any hurry, even though the hospital had been urging me multiple times. I knocked on the doctor’s office door and saw a figure that seemed vaguely familiar. “Zack Cooper.” My mind raced, trying to place the familiar name. “Zack!” Zack, right in front of me, was staring intently at the computer screen with a cold, serious expression. He cut me off sharply before I could say anything. “Charleen, we found signs of a tumor in your digestive system from your last check-up.” I was stunned for a moment and calmly asked him, “Is it malignant?” “Yes, which is why we contacted you. We’d like you to consider being admitted to the hospital as soon as possible to start treatment.” For a moment, my mind went blank as I tried to process the information. “What if I don’t accept the treatment?” “I hope you will.” “What if I don’t? How long can I live?” “Half a year, maybe… shorter.” I walked out of the hospital with the diagnosis report in hand, feeling utterly dazed and disheartened. I drove home as quickly as I could, my mind in turmoil.
When I opened the door, I found Hector had actually come home. Over the past two years, his career had really taken off. I had recently heard that he bought Yael a riverside apartment, where he spent most of his time. Yael would cook and do everything to make him happy. He was lounging against the floor-to-ceiling window. The house was dark, and he stood there quietly with a cigarette in his mouth. Hearing me come in, he stubbed out the cigarette and stared straight at me. I kept my eyes down as I walked past him, but he grabbed my arm and pulled me back. His brows furrowed as he spoke softly, “Why have you lost so much weight lately?” His tone was gentle, unlike the coldness he had shown earlier in the day. For a moment, I felt like he was still the boy who loved me dearly seven years ago. “I bought your favorite cake,” he added. I pulled my hand free and walked over to the table. I picked up the cake and, right in front of him, threw it into the trash bin. Hector’s expression darkened. He reached out and pinned me against the wall. He gritted his teeth and said to me, “Charleen, what the hell is your problem?” I calmly met his gaze and said, “I want a divorce.” “Out of the question!” he growled. Then he buried his face in my neck, biting and nipping at my skin. He dragged me into the bedroom and threw me roughly onto the bed. He must have been driven mad by my words. He was like a wild animal out of control, tearing at my clothes with brute force. I felt sheer terror and began to scratch at him frantically. “Hector! You bastard! Let me go!” But Hector showed no signs of stopping. He pinned my legs to keep me from thrashing about and bit my neck hard. I cried out in pain. Hector leaned over me, trying to kiss the tears that were falling from my eyes. “Can’t you just be good for once?” he whispered. I turned my head away, dodging his lips that were about to touch mine. But he grabbed my chin and leaned in again. As his lips got closer and closer, just about to reach mine, his phone suddenly rang. It was Yael calling. Hector hesitated for a moment but eventually answered the call. I could hear Yael on the other end of the line, her voice thick with tears and a hint of drunkenness. “Mr. Smith, can you come pick me up? They took advantage of your absence and made me drink so much… I can’t hold on much longer… Can you come get me… please…” Listening to Yael’s plea for help on the other end, Hector remained silent. His eyes were fixed on me with an intense stare. “Charleen, as long as you ask me to stay, I will,” he said. I let out a cold laugh. I had humbled myself to beg him to stay. But he didn’t even wait for me to finish my sentence and hung up the phone, leaving me listening to the cold, relentless busy signal. Now he wanted me to bow down, swallow my pride, and submit to him. “Hector, you must be dreaming!” Hector was silent for a moment, then let out a self-mocking laugh. He held the phone to his ear and said to Yael, “I’ll come pick you up and take you home.” Without another glance at me, he got up and left, slamming the door behind him. After all that turmoil, I couldn’t sleep anymore. I pulled on a sweater and headed to the newly opened bar nearby to clear my head. I leaned against the bar, ordered a drink, and began to sip it on my own. The bar filled with the sound of a classic old song. A deep, husky male voice sang softly and smoothly. When the song ended, the crowd burst into applause. I looked up at the stage and saw a man dressed all in black, looking cool and somewhat familiar.
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