Chapter 3

Diane stared at me in disbelief.

Keith, holding his injured face, wore a smug, triumphant grin.

"Diane, didn't you regret marrying him in the first place? Now, he's willing to divorce. What are you hesitating for?"

Diane said nothing, her gaze fixed on me, her expression dark and stormy.

"I'll give you two days to think it over," he continued coldly. "Don't come crying and begging me on your knees later. I've seen enough of that."

With that, she helped Keith out and left.

I picked up the scattered banners and gathered my things. Once I stepped out of the hospital, I went straight to my childhood friend's law firm.

"I want a divorce!" I declared.

"I always knew people who choose marriage rarely end up happy." Audrey handed me a glass of water, a wry smile on her face.

We had grown up next door to each other and were practically childhood friends, though she had always been disillusioned with love.

She was talented, beautiful, and pursued by many—but perhaps because of that, she remained single.

Recently, she mentioned wanting a wedding, just to fulfill her dream of wearing a wedding dress. But no one was willing to go through a fake marriage with her, so she had turned to me.

After a few earnest requests, she admitted I fit her ideal type.

In the past, I had stubbornly held onto Diane. Now, helping Audrey felt easy, almost right.

Once Audrey had handled the divorce paperwork for me, I went home.

Diane appeared from the kitchen, apron tied, and the dining table was filled with all my favorite dishes.

"Wash up. Dinner's ready."

"I'm not hungry. Eat yourself," I replied coldly, heading toward my room.

She grabbed my arm.

"Jerry, don't act so high and mighty. I was just helping Keith fulfill a little wish. How long are you going to keep causing trouble?"

Her face twisted with anger, every word dripping with fury. I knew reasoning with her in this state was useless. I wrenched my arm free and walked into the room without a word.

To my surprise, Diane followed immediately. Her eyes blazed, her anger intensified by my indifference.

"According to Keith's family's custom, there's another ceremony three days from now. Once that's over, we'll continue with our wedding. You can still be the lead surgeon. Still not satisfied?"

I said calmly, emotionless, "I don't care. The divorce agreement is ready. Just sign it."

Her eyes went blood-red, and she spat, "Fine. This is all your own doing. Remember—there's no cure for regret in this world!"

With that, she slammed the door and left.

She didn't show up for several days. I sent her the divorce agreement prepared by Audrey, but there was no response.

Three days later, my phone lit up with her call.

"There's a dinner party at the hospital tonight. Come."

I was about to refuse, but she hung up immediately and sent a location shortly after.

Seeing the divorce agreement's female signature still blank, I thought this was the perfect opportunity to get it signed.

…

I followed the navigation to the place Diane had chosen.

Inside, she and Keith sat side by side, laughing and chatting like a genuinely happy newlywed couple.

Most of the guests were Diane's subordinates and friends.

When they noticed me standing at the door, their eyes filled with disdain and condescension.

But I had already let go of it all. I no longer cared.