The Divorcee Amazed the World

She was the youngest in the family, the only girl, and everyone pampered her .Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

She was truly spoiled.

Growing up like this, when had she ever suffered such torment?

If she really contracted AIDS, it would be over for her.

She hadn’t even had a boyfriend yet, dying like this would be too unjust.

Nancy’s heart felt gray.

She felt desperate.

Enduring the pain, she said, “Josh, don’t tell my sister about today’s incident. I promised her that I wouldn’t do impulsive things. If she finds out, she’ll blame herself again. She’s injured and just lost her child; we can’t let her worry about me.”

Josh nodded, “Don’t worry, I won’t say anything.”

“Also, don’t tell my brother, and my mom. Don’t tell Grandpa and Grandma either; they’re old and can’t handle the shock.”

“No, but Ryan was also present today, and I’m afraid he might say something.”

Nancy pursed her lips, “He won’t dare. He also bears responsibility for today’s events. If my grandmother finds out, she’ll scold him without fail.”

The two of them chatted as they arrived at the Infectious Disease Department to register.

At the same time.

In the Obstetrics and Gynecology ward.

Helena always felt her right eyelid twitching.

She was worried about Nancy, so she called her. “I don’t know why, but I always feel uneasy. Are you okay?”

Nancy was waiting to register, enduring the pain, and smiled, “I’m fine, Helena, you take good care of yourself.”

“Really okay?”

Nancy wanted to cry, but she pretended to be indifferent, saying, “Really fine. I’ve grown up, when have I suffered? I’ve only bullied others; who dares to bully me?”

“Okay, just don’t be impulsive.”

Nancy said nonchalantly, “No, I’m very stable.”

Helena finally hung up the phone feeling relieved.

She rubbed her eyes.

Her eyelid kept twitching, probably due to lack of good sleep recently.

The hospital felt gloomy.

At night, she lay in bed, hearing children crying in the middle of the night.

The crying was faint, weak, and prolonged, tearing at her heart in waves of pain.

Since she got pregnant, she had developed a habit of touching her belly.

Whenever she did, her heart felt sour, not a pleasant feeling.

She was slow to warm up, introverted by nature.

When she was pregnant, she wasn’t as happy as Willis.

When the child was lost, she didn’t feel as miserable as Willis.

However, the discomfort lingered and spread gradually, lasting for a long time.

This shadow might never be able to escape from her life.

Helena slowly closed her eyes.

Her hand rested on her lower abdomen.

Her lower abdomen felt cold.

It was empty.

Her heart felt empty too.

Already a reserved and silent person, after losing the child, she spoke even less.

When Willis walked in with chicken soup, he saw Helena lying on the bed, eyes closed.

A crystal-clear teardrop hung on her eyelashes.

Although her expression was calm, the sadness was thick and unshakable.

She lay there stiffly, like being frozen by ice and snow, motionless.

Willis felt a pang in his heart, placed the chicken soup on the table, walked to the bedside, bent down, embraced her, and kissed her forehead.

His lips were cold.

Just like his heart.

After a long time, he whispered, “I’m sorry.”

Helena slowly opened her eyes, shaking her head ever so slightly, “It’s not your fault.”

In fact, Willis would rather she hit him, scold him, blame him.

That way, her emotions could be released.

If her emotions were released, there might still be room for reconciliation.

He feared her being so quiet, so rational, not even blaming him.

That would mean she had made up her mind about the divorce, unswayed and unconsolable.

Indeed.

Helena looked at him quietly and said, “The doctor said I can be discharged tomorrow. My mother has prepared my household registration booklet. Please prepare the documents on your side as well. Tomorrow, let’s go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to submit the divorce application.”

Willis felt a twist in his heart, gradually tightening his grip on her hand.