All Chapters of As You Wish: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

9 Chapters

Chapter 1

The day I was discharged from the hospital, I heard lively chatter echoing from inside the house when I stood at the front door. "Wayne, if you hate Lydia so much, why not divorce her?" one of his friends asked with a sneer. Wayne Miller clicked his tongue impatiently. "My mom said only Lydia is allowed to bring up divorce. If I do it, she'll give the company away. God knows what kind of spell she cast on my mom," he snapped, his tone filled with irritation. Naomi Stewart chimed in, saying, "Mr. Miller, she's clearly just after your money." Her comments were quickly met with a round of agreement. Instead of lingering at the doorway, weeping silently like I once would have, I pushed the door open and walked in without hesitation. My appearance made the lively living room fall deathly silent in an instant. Wayne shot me a glare. "What a buzzkill. It's Naomi's birthday today. Don't ruin the mood." Dozens of eyes locked on me, eager to watch me plead and make scenes like

Chapter 2

I slid the divorce papers into the middle of the folder and turned to make myself breakfast. I was halfway through a bowl of oatmeal when Wayne walked into the dining room. He cast a glance at my bowl and frowned in disgust. "Who eats that for breakfast? I want pancakes," he said. I finished the last bite, stood up, and handed him the folder. Without so much as glancing at it, Wayne flipped it open and penned his signature while complaining I was overstepping by handling his assistant's work. Taking the folder back, I grabbed my shoes and prepared to leave. "Lydia, I said I want pancakes!" Wayne snapped impatiently from behind. I turned to him, my voice even as I said, "I'm dropping this off, then I'm heading to the hospital." Just as he was about to say something in retort, Naomi emerged from the bedroom. "Mr. Miller, did I oversleep?" she asked. As Wayne turned to her, I took the opportunity to leave. I didn't notice the look he gave me as I walked away. Once I

Chapter 3

Wayne called out in a panic, "Lydia, are you okay? Hang in there. The ambulance is almost here!" Hearing his flat tone—proving that he was unharmed—I suddenly recalled that the backseat was equipped with crash protection. "Lydia—" Before he could say more, Naomi's sharp cry of pain pulled his attention away."Naomi, where are you hurt?" She made herself sound frail. "My hand still stings a little, but don't worry about me. Check on Lydia. She seems badly hurt." Her selfless act only made Wayne more distressed. He whispered for her to hold on, assuring her that the ambulance was on its way. Shortly after, an ambulance arrived. "Over here! Someone's hurt. Please check on her!" Wayne waved down a paramedic who had been heading toward me. His urgency made the paramedic assume it was critical, so a doctor followed along. But not long after, the doctor's exasperated voice rang out. "This is ridiculous. She's fine. Don't waste our time!" Wayne, who was usually very consci

Chapter 4

The moment the plane landed, my phone buzzed with a message. "50 million dollars has been credited to your account." With the money now transferred, I immediately deactivated my phone number. There was no reason to ever be in contact with Wayne again. After sorting everything out, I wheeled my suitcase straight to campus for registration and check-in. That night, I slept deeply for the first time in what felt like forever. In my dreams, I saw myself from six years ago. Back in college, I was framed for theft by my roommate. The incident spread like wildfire, and soon, everyone on campus knew. I tried to defend myself when the counselor dragged me to the dean's office, but no one believed me. They demanded I apologize and pay in restitution. When I asked for a police investigation, both the counselor and dean shut me down. Just as they forced a pen into my hand to sign a false confession, Talia appeared. She pulled me out of their grasp and called the police herself. On

Chapter 5

When Wayne saw the divorce certificate in Talia's hands, his expression flickered from confusion to fury in an instant. It never occurred to him that I had been planning our divorce for over a month. We had been together for six years. To suddenly be alone, he couldn't begin to fathom how terrible life might become. That was when Talia told him the truth about the agreement she and I had made all those years ago. Wayne refused to believe that everything I had done for him had all been out of gratitude. From the very first day we got our marriage certificate, I had prepared a divorce agreement. I kept it as a constant reminder of the boundary I was never meant to cross. But people weren't machines. Feelings bloomed as we spent more time together. When my heart started to waver, Wayne's constant indifference and cruelty wore me down, until all I had left was disappointment. He phoned me over and over, but I never answered. In a fit of fury, he smashed his phone to the groun

Chapter 6

Wayne, who once found me insufferable, had suddenly gone mad searching for me. If that wasn't him losing his mind, then what was? That said, none of it stirred anything in me anymore. After that day, news of Wayne rarely reached me as I immersed myself in my studies. During that time, Sadie and I founded our own jewelry design brand. It was six years late, but I was finally living the life I wanted. … Time flew, and before I knew it, graduation season returned once more. At long last, it was my turn for my long-overdue graduation ceremony. Sadie handed me a bouquet and asked about my plans. Our brand, built with years of dedication, had gained considerable recognition. Many clients sought us out for custom jewelry designs. I paused for a moment of contemplation, then spoke honestly. "I want to go back home." Sadie agreed. After all, most of our clients were based in our home city. Still, she hesitated. "Wayne's never stopped asking about you all these years. If I ha

Chapter 7

Wayne's voice trembled with emotion. "Lydia, I finally found you. Where have you been all these years? I searched through countless countries and still couldn't find you." I raised a hand to push him away, while my gaze remained steady, and my tone detached. "Mr. Miller, is there something you need from me?" I inquired. The formal address left him momentarily stunned. "Lydia... what did you just call me?" I repeated myself calmly. In the early days of our marriage, I used to call him by his first name only to be met with cold disdain. "We're not close enough for that," he had sneered. From then on, I had addressed him only as "Mr. Miller". His eyes reddened as he stared at me. "No, you can call me Wayne. That's what you used to call me, isn't it?" With a frown, I replied, "Mr. Miller, we're not close enough for that." His own words, thrown back at him after all these years, left him speechless. Seizing the moment, I stated, "Mr. Miller, the past should stay wher

Chapter 8

"What relationship do we have that obligates me to accept your gifts? I don't take presents from strangers," I said sharply. Wayne flinched. "We were married for six years. How could we possibly be strangers?" A humorless laugh escaped me. Six years of marriage, yet the distance between us made us colder than strangers. He could be gone for weeks at a time, then barked orders when he bothered to return. I looked him in the eye and finally asked the question that had long been on my mind. "Shouldn't you be happy that I filed for a divorce? You were finally free to marry Naomi. Why this persistent harassment?" He took a deep breath at my question. To my surprise, tears glistened in his eyes."No, I never wanted to marry Naomi. I was drawn to her because she reminded me of Yuliana. I'd grown used to you—No, I fell in love with you. But I was so consumed by my obsession with Yuliana that I didn't realize what I felt for you." As he rambled about how lost he had felt and how h

Chapter 9

As I stepped back, I stumbled and fell hard onto the ground. For a fleeting moment, I thought bitterly that today had to be an unlucky day. Just as the knife was about to hit true, a figure lunged between me and the blade. The knife meant for me struck Wayne instead. I stared at him, bleeding out before me, my mind reeling. I couldn't understand why he would do this. Seeing that her knife had pierced Wayne, Naomi shrieked in disbelief. "You really love her that much? You told me I was the one you loved!" But before she could hear a response, security guards rushed in and pinned her to the ground. Wayne's gaze swept over me. Once he saw that I was unharmed, a faint smile touched his lips. "Lydia… you're safe," he murmured. I couldn't respond. I just stared at him in stunned silence. The ambulance arrived swiftly after and rushed us both to the hospital.I sat outside the operating room, eyes fixed on the red-lit light. My mind was utterly blank. All this time, I h

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