The Life I Chose After Leaving Him

On my birthday, I suffered a gastric hemorrhage and begged Ethan to take me to the hospital.

But when his secretary casually mentioned that she wanted an apple, he shook off my hand without mercy.

“What else do you want? I already agreed to marry a cripple like you.”

“I’m begging you. Stop getting in the way of me finding true love, okay?”

I froze and instinctively looked at my ring finger, which was missing its upper half.

Suddenly, I didn’t want to tell him that I had lost my finger because of him.

The next day, I asked him for a divorce.