The sharp scent of disinfectant lingered in the air. White walls, white sheets, white lights—everything was cold and sterile.
Xu Zhiyi leaned weakly against the hospital bed, her face pale as paper. On the medical chart, a few glaring words stood out:
Miscarriage. Minor uterine injury. Requires rest.
As the doctor left, his voice was gentle:"Your husband is still outside. Should I let him in?"
She gave a bitter smile."That won't be necessary."
She knew why Lu Yancheng was here—not to check on her, but to sign the papers.
Ten minutes later, the door creaked open.
The man entered, dressed impeccably in a suit. His features were sharp and handsome, but his expression remained as indifferent as ever.
He sat down in the chair beside her bed and placed a document in front of her.
"Xu Zhiyi, this is what you wanted. I'm giving it to you."
Her eyes dropped to the title—Divorce Agreement—and her heart tightened like it had been pricked by needles.
"Have you thought it through?" His tone was cool, as if discussing a business deal devoid of emotion.
"...Yes." She picked up the pen, though her hand trembled slightly.
"The child's death was an accident. I don't blame you," he said after a pause, his gaze still cold. "But there's no need to continue a marriage without love."
She froze for a moment.
So that's what he believed?
That this five-year marriage… was a loveless arrangement?
She had once cast aside her pride just to be closer to him.She had stood outside his office for four hours in the dead of night, holding a bowl of soup while he worked late.She had even taken the fall for a business scandal, risking exposure by the media.
And yet, in his eyes… none of it meant anything.
Steadying her emotions, she slowly signed her name.
"Alright."
"Once the agreement takes effect, I'll take care of the Xu family's debts," he said flatly. "Consider it compensation for your… cooperation all these years."
She let out a soft laugh."Thank you for your generosity, President Lu."
His brows twitched slightly. For some reason, a faint pang struck his chest.
But he said nothing more. He stood and turned to leave."Take care of yourself."
The door clicked shut.
Only then did she finally lower her gaze, letting silent tears stream down her cheeks.
The day they divorced, the sky was clear and cloudless.
But in her heart, it felt like it had rained for five long years.