Chapter 3

I quietly cut him off.

“Marcus, you don’t need to make excuses for him. And please, don't waste your time trying to fix things anymore.”

“I’m going to be completely honest with you today. Alex and I will never, ever get back together.”

Marcus fell silent, his gaze fixed blankly behind me.

Realizing what that meant, I turned and met those familiar eyes.

Alex was standing behind me, having heard my words, and his face was grim.

He stared at me intensely, then twisted his lips into a cold sneer.

“Jade, that trick won’t work on me.”

I flinched, then an endless bitter ache swelled in my chest.

The reason he thought I was playing hard to get was simply because he was convinced I loved him and couldn't leave him.

I looked at him quietly, and spoke softly.

“Alex, don’t worry. I can love and I can let go. Since I agreed to divorce you, I won’t bother you anymore.”

Just then, the elevator doors in front of me opened.

I stepped inside directly, but as the doors closed, my tense body relaxed for a split second.

Scenes of him and another woman, so loving, flashed relentlessly before my eyes like a slideshow.

My heart still felt like it was being twisted by a knife.

To this day, I still didn’t understand how he could fall in love with someone else so easily…

But my pride wouldn't allow me to beg.

When I got home.

The real estate agent was showing the house. The location Alex bought was excellent.

I had only listed it on the resale platform a few days ago, and already many people had come to view it.

Today, the buyer was even more straightforward, signing the preliminary contract on the spot.

After receiving the deposit, I immediately assured them,

“Don’t worry, I’ll move out within the next two days and make sure the house is spotless.”

Over the next two days.

I quickly bought an apartment closer to my hospital and hastily cleaned out the house.

As for Alex’s other belongings that he hadn’t managed to take, I sent them all to his law firm via cash-on-delivery.

Just as I finished packing the last box and was about to call the agent to hand over the keys.

Alex showed up at my door.

He stood in the doorway, not stepping inside, and informed me with a stiff tone.

“Mom and Dad are calling us home for dinner tonight.”

I paused for a moment, then looked at him.

“Correction. They are *your* parents now, not mine.”

Alex’s face darkened slightly.

“We haven’t finalized the divorce yet. Why are you so harsh towards them?”

My head buzzed. I could barely believe my ears.

Harsh?

I never thought the person I loved most would use that word to describe me.

All words caught in my throat. I couldn’t utter a single syllable.

Alex simply led me to his car.

The passenger seat had a sticker Tiffany had put on it, reading ‘Tiffany’s Princess Seat.’

I froze, turning stiffly to the back seat.

“I’ll sit in the back.”

The drive was unusually quiet.

In truth, this had been the norm for the past six months of our marriage.

We were supposed to be the closest people, yet we were worse than strangers.

My heart ached with sharp, recurring pains.

That evening, at the Davies family home.

Mrs. Davies kept piling food onto my plate, launching into her age-old topic.

“Jade, you and Alex have been married for three years now. When are you planning on having a baby?”

“You’re a woman, dear, there’s no need to push yourself so hard with work! Being a doctor is exhausting! Why don't you just quit and focus on starting a family?”