I Refuse to Play Her Love Games

I remained calm as I stared at Kirsten's nearly-trembling lips."Okay. I'll leave right now."I then ignored Sam's and Juliet's attempts to stop me and turned around, walking toward the entrance. Just as I was about to leave, however, someone gripped my wrist tightly and yanked me back in.[Are you really mad at me, honey? I'm scared. Do you really not want me anymore? I'll die if you leave me! You can't leave me like this!]Kirsten's inner voice echoed in my head at once. I looked back at her in shock and saw the redness around her eyes. For a moment, I felt my resolve crumbling.However, a second later, Kirsten's cold voice sounded."You want to leave? Fine! Take off the shoes you're wearing and return them to me! I was the one who bought them for you!"I froze at the command and looked at the worn, faded leather shoes on my feet.These were the shoes that Kirsten had bought for me for our wedding. When she bought them for me, she simply put them in the living room without te

My family had gone broke once in the past. To save the family, Mom had sold her most prized family heirloom, this crystal amulet. And after she passed away, her only regret was selling it off and not being able to buy it back before she left.When Kirsten learned about it, she immediately contacted various parties and eventually spent a colossal sum of money to get the amulet.I had been so deeply moved back then, and I kept telling her that I didn't know how I would ever make it up to her.Her tone had been calm, and her eyes were filled with love, when she said, "Well, then, you could give yourself to me in exchange. I want to marry you, Mitch Coleman."The crystal amulet served as a token of our love. She lovingly placed Mom's only remaining possession around my neck after that.But now, Kirsten was telling me a different story."I only gave you the amulet because I wanted to marry you. But since you're divorcing me now, you're no longer my husband. What right do you have to t

Kirsten lunged at me like a madwoman, her voice trembling uncontrollably. "Blood? W-Where… Where did the blood come from?""From falling over yesterday," I said, pushing her arms away with a piercing smile on my face. "I told you about it then, but you were convinced that I was lying to you."Her face turned pale at once. "I… I didn't know… I thought—""You thought I was just lying to you?" I asked, chuckling self-deprecatingly.We had known each other for ten years, yet she could trust Jordan's words and actions wholeheartedly while remaining absolutely suspicious of me.I felt helpless at times. Did she actually care about me? Or, did she actually hate me with all her heart? Even strangers wouldn't do such a thing to others, would they?Fortunately for her, I didn't care about it anymore."I'm going to take a shower and change out of my clothes," I said.Kirsten grabbed my wrist tightly. She couldn't get used to how coldly I was treating her now. Her eyes turned red until she

Kirsten watched the cab disappear down the road. Her hands clenched tightly beside her as a torrent of emotions surged within her.However, she felt lost and didn't know how to cope with them.After all, she was used to me being unconditionally good to her. No matter how much she shamed me with the harshest and most humiliating words, I would still cling to him afterward like chewed gum.Nobody ever taught her how to apologize or ask anyone for forgiveness.The only thing she could think of subconsciously was the broken crystal amulet.She wondered if I would be happy again if she got someone to mend it for me. She also figured that I had only gotten angry with her and stopped paying attention to her because of the broken amulet.She thought things through and turned the car around, going straight home without further doubt. She flattened herself against the floor and searched in every corner for the broken pieces, finally managing to find all of them.While she was happily rejo

"Postoperative wound dehiscence?"Kirsten was at a complete loss for words. The line of text simply meant that my surgical wound had never truly healed in the first place.For the past six years, my wound had been repeatedly inflamed, torn open, healed, and then torn open again. And yet, when I begged her to save me, she'd actually accused me of faking it.If only she'd believed me then, if only she'd taken me from the storeroom to the hospital that day, I wouldn't have suffered permanent tissue damage.Kirsten gripped the report in her hand and lost control of her emotions, breaking down in tears."Mitch! Mitch Coleman…"How could this be? How had things turned out this way?"Didn't the doctor say that Mitch's wound from the transplant had already healed perfectly ages ago!" she demanded.Sam exhaled heavily. "We didn't want your emotions to get affected by the outcome, so we told him to hide it from you. However, we never thought that you would actually offer absolutely no