I cleared all the messages from my phone and headed to the hospital with the divorce agreement in hand.
Eddie’s eyes lit up when he saw me.
Ignoring the injury on his leg, he rushed over.
“Juliana, why did you come? I’m so sorry I made you worry…”
“Where’s the most rare medicinal plant?” I asked sarcastically.
His eyes flickered with guilt. “I… I accidentally lost it. I’ve already sent someone to look for it. If it can’t be found, I’ll find for you something even better. For your health”
Lost?
That was hard to believe. I had just seen that plant on Lydia’s table as I passed by the VIP ward.
But I said nothing.
Instead, I handed him the final page of the divorce agreement.
“There’s no need to wait. I’ve found a house I like. Buy it for me.”
“Alright!” he replied without hesitation, quickly signing his name.
I frowned. “Aren’t you going to read it first? What if… what if it’s too expensive?”
His eyes gleamed with sincerity. “As long as you like it, I don’t care how expensive it is.”
There was no trace of doubt or calculation in his expression.
I couldn’t help but sigh inwardly.
So this is what it looks like—to love someone so deeply you’d do anything for them.
Unfortunately, I was never the one being loved.
I tucked the divorce agreement into my bag and prepared to head home.
But Eddie was insistent. Worried about my safety during pregnancy, he offered to escort me.
As we approached the hospital doors, his assistant whispered something into his ear.
His expression shifted instantly. He pulled me in the opposite direction without saying a word.
The next thing I knew, I was shoved into a room.
“She has O-negative blood. Draw her blood!”
Before I could react, a sharp needle pierced my skin.
They took 600 milliliters. I felt lightheaded and dizzy, too weak to even stand.
But then I heard the doctor speak with reassurance, “Don’t worry, Miss Lydia will be fine.”
Only then did Eddie finally relax, the tension leaving his shoulders.
He turned to me and tried to explain.
“Juliana, I only did this to accumulate blessings for our child. Even if the one in danger wasn’t Lydia, we couldn’t just stand by and do nothing.”
I couldn’t hear another word.
My heart was already breaking.
I nodded numbly. “I understand. It’s okay. Stay here and take care of her. I want to go home and rest.”
“What nonsense are you saying?” he said, offended. “You’re my wife. Of course I’ll stay with you.”
He gently blew on the puncture mark on my arm and insisted on taking me home himself.
But just as we reached the hospital entrance, we ran into Lydia.
“Juliana,” she said sweetly, “thank you so much for donating blood for me. Let me treat you all to a nice meal to express my gratitude.”
Before I could respond, Eddie had already agreed enthusiastically.
At the restaurant, he ordered the dishes with practiced ease. Then he slid a glass of mango juice in front of me.
“Lydia doesn’t like this,” he said casually. “You drink it. It’s good for the baby.”
I gave a faint, helpless smile.
He remembered everything about Lydia.
But he forgot that I was allergic to mangoes.
Love and neglect—both are hidden in the smallest of details.
When Eddie went to the restroom, Lydia leaned closer and gave me a smirk.
“Juliana,” she said slowly, “what do you call a woman who gets fooled once? Stupid. And if it happens twice?”
“It has nothing to do with you.” I reply.
I didn’t want to stoop to her level.
But suddenly without warning, she slapped herself—twice.
“Eddie!” she cried out as he re-entered. “Juliana still won’t forgive me… she even said I deliberately seduced you… she said she’d scar my face!”
