登入There was nothing but guilt in Natalie's eyes as she spoke tremulously. She moved closer, struggling to resist pulling me into her embrace. Then, she sank to her knees and apologized, "I was wrong. This was all my fault." Her eyes were filled with tears. "Liam, when we go home, give me one more chance. Please... let me spend the rest of my life making up for the five years you suffered." I looked at her quietly, but my heart no longer fluttered for her. "Natalie, do you know how scared I was when I first came here?" I got up and walked to the door. Dust and smoke filled the air beyond the doors. Explosions rumbled in the distance. Every inch of this land had been soaked with blood. Natalie didn't speak or even dare look at me. I continued, "I couldn't sleep at night. I was terrified I'd die here. I was even more terrified that I'd never see you again. My hands would shake every time I went out to cart the wounded soldiers into the hospital. It got so bad that I could bare
I had only been gone three months. When I returned, the lively settlement had turned into rubble. The buildings had collapsed, and there was a layer of ash on the streets. Everywhere I turned, I found that homes, possessions, and even lives had all been reduced to ashes. Xavier Anderson, a junior doctor I used to work with in the war zone, came to pick me up. On my way there, he filled me in on everything that had happened. I went straight to work the second I arrived at the hospital. I guided the doctors through surgical planning, treatment protocols, and trauma triage. I taught them everything I knew, holding nothing back. Still, it wasn't enough. The medical conditions here were too primitive. Many surgeries were not feasible. Countless lives were lost. So, I stayed for a month instead of leaving right away. Most of the doctors here were either overlooked interns or physicians with only limited experience. They lacked surgical exposure and training. I worked thro
"But you're already staying here now," Natalie continued. "Doesn't that mean we should get remarried?" I nearly started laughing at the sheer absurdity of her words. "I stayed here because of my career. Why are you making it sound like you're the reason I'm here?" I looked at her coldly. "By that logic, should I be grateful that you had been merciful and didn't have Dr. Porter send me to a psychiatric facility?" Natalie finally lost her patience with me after being repeatedly rebuffed. "Do you have to keep dredging up the past? Liam, all I did was help Noah instead of you transfer back to headquarters." She stared at me and asked, "Is a transfer worth our marriage? The baby is gone. Our home is gone. How far are you going to take this before you're satisfied?" Ever since the divorce, I felt as if something was trapped in my chest. I felt as though a part of me was still angry and that it wanted out. The sound of her voice and the way she spoke my name made my skin crawl, so
The opportunity to deploy to the war zone arose, and the hospital director clearly stated that anyone who volunteered for the assignment would be promoted to department chief. At that time, my mother was still alive and critically ill. Natalie was the only surgeon in the hospital able to operate, which caused serious damage to her hands. I still remember how helpless she looked that night, crying in my arms. She sobbed out, "Liam, my hands will be ruined if I go to the war zone. Please... help me." I had seen everything she did for my mother, so I went in her place. I traded five years of my life for her promotion. In the end, my mother still succumbed to her illness. As I was trapped in the war zone, I missed the chance to see her one last time. Whatever I owed Natalie, I've already paid it. That was what I told myself. That night, Natalie came by while I was on call. She brought a food container, opened it, and placed it in front of me. The food didn't look
Natalie remained cold and silent throughout the divorce proceedings. She didn't speak to me at all, not until we left the courthouse. She said coldly, "Everything from the marriage, the shared assets, the house—it's yours. I've already hired a lawyer. They'll contact you." I shook my head. "I don't want any of it." Her expression darkened instantly. "Then, what do you want? I don't want to owe you anything after this." "Justice." I met her gaze and said each word clearly, "Let me go back to headquarters. Stop obstructing my transfer review for Noah. I've had enough." Her jaw clenched as a bitter laugh slipped out. "You really never give up, do you? You'd even treat divorce like a bargaining chip just to get back to the hospital." She turned and left without waiting for a reply, as if she couldn't bring herself to say another word to me. Although I had explicitly stated I wouldn't claim any of the marital assets as that money was hers, not mine, she still had everything tr
Natalie remembered the way I had touched her face back then. I had been the one injured, lying in that hospital bed. Yet, I was still the one comforting her. 'It was my choice,' I had whispered. 'I would've stepped in if they had come for you.' My fingers had brushed her cheek gently. 'You're the only person I love. If I didn't save you, who else would I save?' Then, I had smiled at her, tears shining in my eyes. That smile replayed in Natalie's mind again and again. 'Just days ago, I forced him to delay his surgery for Noah. I even threatened to stop it myself. So why does my chest hurt now? Why does it feel like a blade is cutting through my heart now that I know his hand was almost ruined forever?' Natalie sat outside the hospital room for hours, unable to find the courage to go in. It wasn't until late that night that she finally stepped inside, her voice hoarse. "Why didn't you tell me?" She had spent the entire afternoon thinking about what to say. Somehow, th







