Chapter 5

“Anna, why do you suddenly want to resign?” the hospital director asked.

Anna stood in the director’s office. After crying the whole night, she had decided to leave everything behind.

“You’re the best OB-GYN this hospital has,” William said earnestly. “I even believe you could become the deputy director next year.”

“I’m sorry, Mr. William, but I can’t explain why I need to leave,” Anna replied. “Please… just approve my resignation.”

“Alright. I won’t make it difficult for you,” William said gently.

Anna smiled faintly and stepped out of his office. She was ready to walk away from the hospital for good. But before she could leave, William called out again.

“Anna.”

She turned. “Yes, Mr. William?”

“Please help me just this once. It’ll be the last time you work here. Mrs. Sebastian is at the hospital for her prenatal checkup. You’re our best doctor. I’m asking for your help.”

Anna froze the moment she heard Mrs. Sebastian. A title that should have been hers—yet no one else ever knew it. Her identity as Rendy Sebastian’s wife had always been kept secret, and Anna, foolishly, had never questioned it.

“Anna, please,” William urged. “They own the hospital, and they specifically requested you.”

Just this last time, she told herself.

“Alright,” Anna answered softly.

William exhaled in relief as Anna followed him down the corridor—unaware that she was about to face the woman who unknowingly held everything Anna had ever broken for.

The hospital corridor felt longer than usual. With every step, Anna’s chest tightened. Her hands were cold, her knees weak, yet she kept walking behind William. She had to be professional. She had to stay strong. At least this one last time.

When they reached the VIP room, William stopped.

“Anna, they're inside,” he said softly. “If you need anything, I’ll be right out here.”

Anna nodded, even though her throat felt dry. She drew in a long breath—a trembling one—and gently pushed the door open.

Inside, a woman was sitting on the hospital bed. Her hair fell softly around her shoulders, her beautiful face pale but still elegant. And beside her—

Rendy.

Anna straightened her back. “Good morning, Mr. Sebastian… Mrs. Sebastian,” she greeted, her tone professional, flat—too flat for someone holding back a storm.

Rendy’s eyes flickered with panic. His face drained of color.

Meanwhile, Lusi looked at Anna with a faint, knowing smile.

“I’ll begin the examination,” Anna said quietly. Her voice was calm, her hands steady—far steadier than her heart.

She slipped on her gloves, approached Lusi, and began the pregnancy check. Her hands moved on their own—precise, practiced, flawless—while her mind replayed last night: the drawer—Rendy’s drawer—photos—diary. Each image pierced her like a needle.

“Her pregnancy is healthy. Nothing serious. Just fatigue and mild stress. It’s completely normal.”

“Thank you so much, Anna,” Lusi whispered, smiling weakly.

“If there’s nothing else, I’ll excuse myself,” Anna said.

She turned to leave—only for Rendy to catch her wrist. The moment his fingers touched her, her whole body went rigid.

“Anna, I can explain,” he murmured.

Before Anna could respond, Lusi struck again—another performance, another piece of drama. She pressed a hand to her temple and let out a weak, trembling whine.

“Ah—Rendy, my head… it hurts.”

Without a single word to Anna, Rendy rushed to her side.

Anna didn’t wait to watch the rest. She stepped out of the VIP room, the door closing behind her with a quiet click that echoed louder than any shout. Her decision had crystallized—sharp, clear, and irrevocable.

“Get some rest,” Rendy said softly, making sure Anna had truly walked away before he turned back.

“You really do love Anna, don’t you?” Lusi teased, her voice light but probing.

“Don’t overthink it. Just focus on our baby for now,” Rendy replied.

“You really consider this child yours, Rendy?” Lusi asked, watching him closely.

He answered with a firm nod.

A notification chimed, slicing through the air. Rendy reached for his phone on the cabinet, his brows instantly furrowing at what he saw.

Lusi, still lounging on the bed, tilted her head with a playful smile. “What is it, Ren?” she asked, noticing the flicker of shock on his face.

Rendy swallowed hard and lifted his gaze.

“It’s… from the lawyer,” he murmured.

Lusi frowned. “Lawyer? What for?”

“Anna… filed for divorce.”

Lusi shot upright, eyes gleaming. “Are you serious? She finally came to her senses?”

Rendy said nothing. There was surprise in his expression—but also something else. Relief. Too much relief.

A voice message from the lawyer played clearly:

“Mr. Rendy, we’ve received the divorce documents from Mrs. Anna. She isn’t requesting assets, residence rights, or any form of compensation. We can proceed immediately.”

Lusi let out a delighted laugh, covering her mouth as if she couldn’t contain her joy. “Finally, Ren! You don’t have to pretend to be happy anymore!”

Rendy rubbed his forehead, but a faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “I… didn’t think she’d make it this easy,” he said quietly. “She didn’t even ask for anything. Not the house, not a single cent—when in the previous agreement she was supposed to receive thirty percent of my assets.”

“She’s stupid, Rendy,” Lusi said bluntly.

Rendy didn’t argue.

Lusi scooted closer, her hand sliding into his. “But now everything’s settled. You’re free, Rendy.” Her smile widened. “My child won’t be born without a father, and my career is safe.”

Rendy clasped her hand—tighter than necessary.

“We’ll get married soon.” The words left his lips far too easily.

And right outside the VIP room door… Anna stood frozen.

Her hand, still clutching the medical folder, trembled violently. Her breath hitched in broken, uneven pulls.

She hadn’t meant to listen. But the door, left slightly ajar, spilled every word into the hallway like blades piercing straight into her chest. She hadn’t left the floor yet—and now she had heard everything with brutal clarity.

Inside the room, Lusi continued, her voice sugary with triumph.

“You know, Rendy? I always felt bad for you,” she said. “Having to pretend to be a good husband when it was obvious you weren’t happy with her.”

Rendy dragged a hand down his face but didn’t deny it.

“Anna is just… too naïve,” Lusi added. “She actually thought you cared about her.”

“Lusi.” Rendy tried to hush her, though even he couldn’t hide the spark of happiness in his tone. “Don’t be too harsh.”

“Why not? She’s not here. Besides, no one ever even knew she was your wife.” Lusi chuckled.

Anna’s teeth sank into her lower lip—hard—maybe to stop the sob that threatened to rip out of her chest.

Tears streamed down her face, unstoppable.