Chapter 3

Olivia snatched the divorce settlement out of my hand and tore it to shreds.

"Emma! How can you do this?! Liam just got out of surgery. He's still weak and you can't do that now!"

I turned and glared at her. Before I could speak, Liam cut in weakly.

"Olivia, don't talk to Emma like that. This is my fault. I wasn't a good husband."

He reached out with trembling fingers and tugged at the hem of my coat.

I stepped back. "Don't touch me."

Liam's face went even paler.

"I'll never divorce over something this small. I already requested time off to stay with you..."

Olivia stepped forward again.

"We have nothing to hide. There's absolutely nothing between us."

Her words made her sound noble and righteous, casting me as the hysterical, unreasonable wife.

The others in the room looked at me with anger.

I suddenly found the whole scene absurd. After a long silence, I finally spoke.

"Fine. You two have nothing. But I still want to divorce."

Liam stared at me, tears sliding silently down his cheeks.

Olivia lowered her voice, sounding almost pleading.

"Emma, can we talk about this after he recovers? Please. I'm begging you."

I ignored her, my gaze fixed on Liam.

"Sign it, or I walk out right now. Your choice."

The young woman who had slapped me earlier tried to charge at me again but was held back by someone nearby.

"How can you be so cold-blooded? He just barely survived!"

""It's his own life,," I said evenly, almost wearily. "It has nothing to do with me."

Liam suddenly began coughing violently, his chest jerking with each breath.

Olivia immediately pressed the call button.

A nurse hurried in, frowning as she scanned the room.

"The patient needs rest. Family members need to stay calm."

The room fell into silence again.

Liam bit his lip and stared at me, but he still didn't give in.

"I'm calling our parents," I said.

"Whatever."

I turned and walked out.