After I Became The Perfect Husband, She Broke Down Chapter 07

Vivian’s hand shook. She almost dropped the soup and quickly set the bowl aside.

She looked at me, a little uneasy,

“Why do you suddenly want a divorce? Is it because of Elliot?”

“I already know the truth about that. He may have run, but I’ve sent people after him.”

“He’ll be punished sooner or later.”

“I know you’ve been wronged, but you can’t divorce me over this.”

I shook my head. “It’s not just because of that.”

“Then is it because I didn’t take you to the parties before?”

She looked at me.

“That was my fault. I’ll have a suit made for you, custom–tailored to your measurements.”

“The most unique one there is. Okay?”

I shook my head again. “I don’t need it.”

“Vivian, do you think the only reason I’m hurting is Elliot?”

“Can you swear you love me the way you did before?”

“Can you promise you won’t get tired of me even if I keep managing you?”

“Can you promise there won’t be another Elliot?”

Vivian froze, not knowing how to answer.

Five years ago, she could have said without hesitation that she loved me.

But five years later, the “managing” she once loved had turned into everyday mess and friction.

My nagging had become the thing she hated most.

That was why she’d spent so much time with Elliot later–just to avoid me.

“Love” is a luxury with a short shelf life.

Years ago, Vivian could hold my hand and declare her love for me to everyone on a mountaintop.

Five years later, she didn’t even have the courage to say it plainly.

Her hesitation was exactly what I expected.

I braced myself against the wall and slowly stood.

My legs gave way, and Vivian caught me at once.

“You just woke up. Your body hasn’t recovered. Use the wheelchair.”

“Wherever you want to go, I’ll take you.”

She helped me into the wheelchair.

I said softly, “The flowers outside are blooming. Push me out to see them.”

There was a garden behind the hospital.

Vivian pushed me slowly.

My fingers brushed the fallen rose petals on the ground.

My gaze dimmed.

Five years ago, when Vivian and I got together, I planted a whole bed of roses in the backyard.

Every one of them I’d tended carefully.

They bloomed bright and beautiful.

Until Elliot came to stay at the house.

He accidentally scratched his leg on the roses and immediately ordered every rose in the garden.

torn out.

The next day, I stood crying in front of the bare garden.

Vivian only said coldly,

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“Elliot likes fruit trees. We’ll plant fruit trees here. More practical than flowers.”

Seeing me fall silent, Vivian cleared her throat behind me.

“I remember you like roses. I’ll have rose saplings flown in from France.”

“We can plant more roses in the garden this year.”

I smiled faintly. “No need. After all, I’m not going back to that house.”

Vivian stiffened, then spoke slowly.

“I’ve thought about a lot just now. I can tell you honestly—I love you.”

“I swear to you, from now on I’ll be loyal to you and only you.”

“There won’t be a second Elliot.”

“You’re my only one. So don’t leave me, okay?”

Her voice carried a hint of pleading. It sounded sincere.

Maybe her words were true.

But I didn’t have the time to waste anymore.

My gaze fell on an ice cream stand nearby.

I said calmly, “I want ice cream.‘

Vivian immediately fixed the wheelchair in place.

“I’ll go get it for you right now.”

Watching her hurried figure, I slowly stood up and walked in the opposite direction.

If Vivian couldn’t bring herself to divorce me, then I’d leave completely and cut off every last hope

she had.