Chapter 8

I looked at this man, who, after three years of marriage, had no trust in me whatsoever.

I felt nothing but coldness.

Tears fell from my eyes without my knowing.

I awkwardly wiped them away, then quickly looked down, searched for a news article on my phone, and handed it to him.

“That day, we performed an emergency surgery in that hotel! The story even made the news! There’s still a banner from the family hanging in our department office. Do you want to go see it?”

The news had gone viral at the time.

I had wanted to show it to Alex immediately.

But he had said,

“I’m already so tired from work. I’m not interested in reading any news.”

His single sentence extinguished my desire to share.

If only Alex had cared a little more about me, about my work, he would have known the truth.

But back then, I suppose his heart was already elsewhere.

I looked at his shocked face, yet felt no sense of relief from the misunderstanding being cleared up.

After a long pause, I lowered my eyes and gave a bitter laugh.

“Alex, the one who betrayed our marriage, from beginning to end, was only you.”

After saying that, I put away my phone and left the hospital room.

Two days later, Alex was discharged.

I put all my energy into my work, no longer paying attention to them.

My next encounter with Alex was two weeks later, outside the courthouse.

At this point, only one week remained until our divorce cooling-off period ended.

This time, our hospital was involved in a medical malpractice lawsuit.

I was testifying as a witness for the hospital, and Alex was our hospital’s defense attorney.

In court, with irrefutable evidence and Alex, a golden-tier lawyer, on our side, the lawsuit was won without a doubt.

After the hearing, I was preparing to go home.

Alex followed and called out to me.

“Jade, wait.”

I couldn't avoid him, so I asked in a professional tone,

“Mr. Davies, is there anything else?”

Hearing how I addressed him, Alex’s expression faltered.

After a moment, he squeezed out the words from his throat.

“About before… I was wrong. I misunderstood you. I’m sorry.”

I frowned, falling silent.

A belated apology was useless for our current situation.

Clearing up this misunderstanding wouldn’t mend our broken relationship, nor would it change the fact that he had fallen for someone else.

I shook my head.

“If there’s nothing else, I’ll be going.”

Alex sighed.

“I wanted to ask, do you still have the recipe for the medicinal porridge you used to make for me? My stomach hasn’t been feeling well these past few days. Tiffany isn’t very good at cooking these things, so I thought I’d try making it myself.”

After only two weeks out of the hospital, he had lost a lot of weight.

It seemed Tiffany truly wasn't very good at taking care of people.

My expression softened, and thinking that he would soon be gravely ill, I finally agreed.

“Alright, I’ll send you the recipe when I get home.”

As I finished speaking, I turned to leave.

But Alex called out to me once more—

“Oh, and one more thing! Last time you asked me to get a check-up at your hospital, are the results back yet?”

I froze.

Before I could reply, Tiffany’s figure ran over from not far away.

She linked her arm through Alex’s, asserting her claim to him.

“Jade, the case is over. What are you still trying to talk to my boyfriend about?”

And Alex, as usual, tacitly allowed Tiffany’s assertion of ownership.

My heart tightened. I swallowed the words on my tongue, and simply looked at Alex.

“You can go to the hospital yourself to ask for your check-up results when you have time.”

I didn't want to get involved in their romantic drama, so I turned and left.

Behind me, I could still hear Tiffany’s angry questioning.

“Alex, what were you just talking about with her? Do you still like her?”