Chapter 3

3 Leaving the hospital, I saw Sarah waiting for him in his car.

Right in front of me, he got in and drove off.

Moments later, Alex texted, saying Sarah needed his help and to wait for him at the movie theater.

I didn't wait; I went straight to the lawyer's office.

After finalizing the divorce proceedings, I got to the theater to collect my tickets.

Alex always chose movies I didn't like. I used to force myself to watch them.

This time, I left halfway through and bought a sci-fi movie ticket online.

After the movie, I went for street food.

Alex didn't like that kind of food, so I'd avoided it.

But Sarah's feed showed Alex eating countless meals of what he'd once called "junk food."

I'd poured my heart into our seven years; he still didn't have room for me in his heart.

Divorce was the only option.

After dinner, I bought a beer and sat by the river until almost midnight.

When I opened the door, Alex was sitting in the living room.

These past few years, he'd been "busy" with Sarah until late, sometimes not coming home at all.

We were both doctors with busy schedules.

When we first got married, Alex had just taken over the hospital.

He was constantly at the hospital or attending events.

I'd make him tonics to boost his health.

He considered it the work of a housekeeper.

Annoying him constantly.

Once the hospital stabilized, Sarah came along.

His busy schedule shifted from work to Sarah.

I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts.

Alex stared at me coldly.

"Summer Yuan, you've been drinking. You know I hate the smell of alcohol."

I blinked, but said nothing.

I knew his dislikes depended on who he was with.

When Sarah was drunk, he'd take care of her.

But with me, it was "I hate the smell of alcohol."

Double standards were Alex's specialty. I didn't want to live like this anymore.

Alex was surprised by my silence.

Usually, he'd ignore me, and I'd be angry, demanding an explanation.

As I was about to go to the bathroom, Alex asked if I knew what day it was.