Broken Vows Forever

When Jensen Tod returned with the chill from outside clinging to him, the porridge I had spent the entire afternoon cooking for him had already gone cold.To my left sat the wedding ring.He frowned when he saw me at the dining table late at night. Just as he was about to speak, his eyes landed on the ring.He paused and asked coldly, "Is this your way of picking a fight?"It would be impossible for an outsider to guess that Jensen and I were supposed to get married the very next day.I touched my amputated right hand, and when my gaze fell on the raised scars, I felt extremely sad.Jensen knew full well that I could never wear a ring on my right hand again and that I hated the scars on my left hand.He also knew how much I had looked forward to our wedding all those years, yet he kept upsetting me. It seemed like he was reminding me that I was the one who begged for the wedding.I was devastated.After a moment of silence, I softly replied, "Jensen, let's get a divorce."His

I quickly answered the call, and the doctor's voice came through. "Ms. Ramsey, your customized bionic hand is ready. When would you like to come in for the fitting?"I suddenly remembered the bionic hand.Jensen had once mentioned that he wanted to travel across the country with me to conduct research when we both had the time. However, because of my limited mobility, we never made it happen.I planned to get the bionic hand and surprise him when the time came, but before I could give him the surprise, our relationship was already coming to an end."Alright. I'll come by this afternoon," I replied.After setting the appointment, Mia drove me to the hospital in the afternoon.The moment we stepped through the hospital doors, I spotted Roxanne Foster, Jensen's junior in graduate school, dressed in a white evening gown.I knew that gown all too well. I had picked it out myself.The gown fit her so perfectly that I felt a pang in my chest.My gaze lingered on her hand, where a rin

As I reached the ward entrance, I heard someone on the inside complaining."Martha's so shameless. She agreed to a low-key wedding, but she wants to have a grand wedding ceremony now. She even ran away from her wedding. Does she think she can do whatever she wants to us?"It was Susan Tod, Jensen's younger sister. Out of everyone in Jensen's family, she hated me the most.Jensen's mother, Clara Smith, sighed dramatically. "Watch your words, Susan. She's still your sister-in-law, after all.""Ugh! Jensen would never marry a cripple if it wasn't because of that accident."Jensen furrowed his brows upon hearing that, but he did not refute it.It seemed that was how he truly felt.I could not help but sneer, bitterly laughing at myself.Jensen opened the door.When Susan saw me, she rolled her eyes in disgust. "You have no shame at all, do you?"Jensen's grandfather, Lawrence Tod, lay in bed as he shot me a sharp, intimidating glare. He coldly spat, "You're not welcome here. You

I slept soundly that night.Suddenly, my phone rang urgently. I reached for it groggily and answered."Hello?"It was Jensen."My stomach hurts. Where are the medicines at home?"I was instantly awake. I glanced at the time—it was already two in the morning.I suppressed my anger and replied nonchalantly, "Don't be crazy, Jensen."That was something he often said to me in the past. Every time I questioned him about his closeness with Roxanne, he would reply dismissively with the same response."Don't be crazy, Martha."He seemed to realize how familiar that phrase sounded and fell silent.I sighed deeply and said calmly, "From now on, don't contact me unless it's about the divorce. I don't owe you anything."Jensen paused for a long time, muttering to himself, "There's still some of your stuff here. You should come pick them up when you have time."I cleaned up everything when I left, so I should not have left anything behind.As I thought about it, he continued, "The jade

At the end of the day, my 'love' turned out to be a burden to Jensen. He guilt-tripped me and looked down on me.Jensen looked confused. He opened his mouth but could not say a word.I continued, venting my frustration."Your family humiliated me, and you knew about it, but you turned a blind eye just to show how kind you are, didn't you? On one hand, you look down on me, and on the other, you refuse to let go."Who do you think you are, a king who dictates everything? Do you think I should still be grateful to you no matter how you degrade me?"I poured out all the resentment I had buried deep inside.Losing my right hand broke my heart, made me feel inferior, and caused immense pain.However, I never dared to show it in front of Jensen, afraid it would stir up bad memories, afraid he would feel guilty, but in the end, my tolerance turned to a weapon he used to hurt me.Jensen panicked as he stammered, "Martha, I—""You have nothing to say because you know everything I said i