After Three Years of Neglect, I Asked for a Divorce, but He Cried His Eyes Red

My marriage to Ji Yunzhou was a secret from the very beginning.

For three years, we kept it hidden. I was the wife he couldn't let the world see.

To outsiders, he was the top surgeon at Jingxie, aloof, distinguished, and untouchable;

I was merely an insignificant anesthesiology intern at his side.

Countless nights, I waited alone for him to come home to our cold, spacious apartment.

I thought that if I worked hard enough and treated him gently, one day he would see how good I was.

But reality dealt me a cruel slap in the face.

"Could you please stop going to see her?" I pleaded softly, clutching the hem of his clothes.

He chuckled, contempt in his voice. "It's just a contract. Have you gotten so carried away with playing Mrs. Ji?"

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Day after day, I watched him treat that girl with tenderness.

I didn't make a scene. I left a divorce agreement behind and walked away.

Later, snow blanketed Jinggang, and everyone knew the Flying Knife of the Ji family was kneeling in the snow, his eyes red as he begged me to remarry him. "Could we please not get divorced, honey?"

His tears had long since lost their warmth to me. I smiled calmly. "Is Dr. Ji a method actor, too? Sorry, I don't have time to play along. The contract has expired. If you want to pursue me, get in line."