As You Wish

The day I was discharged from the hospital, I heard lively chatter echoing from inside the house when I stood at the front door. "Wayne, if you hate Lydia so much, why not divorce her?" one of his friends asked with a sneer. Wayne Miller clicked his tongue impatiently. "My mom said only Lydia is allowed to bring up divorce. If I do it, she'll give the company away. God knows what kind of spell she cast on my mom," he snapped, his tone filled with irritation. Naomi Stewart chimed in, saying, "Mr. Miller, she's clearly just after your money." Her comments were quickly met with a round of agreement. Instead of lingering at the doorway, weeping silently like I once would have, I pushed the door open and walked in without hesitation. My appearance made the lively living room fall deathly silent in an instant. Wayne shot me a glare. "What a buzzkill. It's Naomi's birthday today. Don't ruin the mood." Dozens of eyes locked on me, eager to watch me plead and make scenes like

Wayne called out in a panic, "Lydia, are you okay? Hang in there. The ambulance is almost here!" Hearing his flat tone—proving that he was unharmed—I suddenly recalled that the backseat was equipped with crash protection. "Lydia—" Before he could say more, Naomi's sharp cry of pain pulled his attention away."Naomi, where are you hurt?" She made herself sound frail. "My hand still stings a little, but don't worry about me. Check on Lydia. She seems badly hurt." Her selfless act only made Wayne more distressed. He whispered for her to hold on, assuring her that the ambulance was on its way. Shortly after, an ambulance arrived. "Over here! Someone's hurt. Please check on her!" Wayne waved down a paramedic who had been heading toward me. His urgency made the paramedic assume it was critical, so a doctor followed along. But not long after, the doctor's exasperated voice rang out. "This is ridiculous. She's fine. Don't waste our time!" Wayne, who was usually very consci

When Wayne saw the divorce certificate in Talia's hands, his expression flickered from confusion to fury in an instant. It never occurred to him that I had been planning our divorce for over a month. We had been together for six years. To suddenly be alone, he couldn't begin to fathom how terrible life might become. That was when Talia told him the truth about the agreement she and I had made all those years ago. Wayne refused to believe that everything I had done for him had all been out of gratitude. From the very first day we got our marriage certificate, I had prepared a divorce agreement. I kept it as a constant reminder of the boundary I was never meant to cross. But people weren't machines. Feelings bloomed as we spent more time together. When my heart started to waver, Wayne's constant indifference and cruelty wore me down, until all I had left was disappointment. He phoned me over and over, but I never answered. In a fit of fury, he smashed his phone to the groun

Wayne's voice trembled with emotion. "Lydia, I finally found you. Where have you been all these years? I searched through countless countries and still couldn't find you." I raised a hand to push him away, while my gaze remained steady, and my tone detached. "Mr. Miller, is there something you need from me?" I inquired. The formal address left him momentarily stunned. "Lydia... what did you just call me?" I repeated myself calmly. In the early days of our marriage, I used to call him by his first name only to be met with cold disdain. "We're not close enough for that," he had sneered. From then on, I had addressed him only as "Mr. Miller". His eyes reddened as he stared at me. "No, you can call me Wayne. That's what you used to call me, isn't it?" With a frown, I replied, "Mr. Miller, we're not close enough for that." His own words, thrown back at him after all these years, left him speechless. Seizing the moment, I stated, "Mr. Miller, the past should stay wher

As I stepped back, I stumbled and fell hard onto the ground. For a fleeting moment, I thought bitterly that today had to be an unlucky day. Just as the knife was about to hit true, a figure lunged between me and the blade. The knife meant for me struck Wayne instead. I stared at him, bleeding out before me, my mind reeling. I couldn't understand why he would do this. Seeing that her knife had pierced Wayne, Naomi shrieked in disbelief. "You really love her that much? You told me I was the one you loved!" But before she could hear a response, security guards rushed in and pinned her to the ground. Wayne's gaze swept over me. Once he saw that I was unharmed, a faint smile touched his lips. "Lydia… you're safe," he murmured. I couldn't respond. I just stared at him in stunned silence. The ambulance arrived swiftly after and rushed us both to the hospital.I sat outside the operating room, eyes fixed on the red-lit light. My mind was utterly blank. All this time, I h