I put my phone away, suppressed the excruciating pain in my heart, the burning sensation in my body and forced myself to rise from the couch. I ascended the stairs to get my bag from the bedroom, and as soon as I returned, making my way out of the house. I stepped out of the house, hailed a cab and went to the coffee shop not far from the hospital.
My mind is made up, I won't just sit and continue being a blood bank to someone who doesn't even value me. I have tried everything to make him love me, and now it's time to move on with my life. Four years and not four months.
With each passing second, Ryan still hadn't shown up. I am not leaving until he does. As I waited, my phone buzzed twice, it was Ryan calling. I didn't answer, thinking he would call the third time. But he didn't.
I sat there, pale, the pain from earlier still engulfing my body. An hour later, Ryan finally appeared, just like I thought when he didn't pick his calls. He is slow to see his mistakes.
He was exuding coldness, while walking uo to me expressionlessly. He looked down on me condescendingly, his gaze was full of furry but I did not care.
I stare at him in return not casting my gaze away, waiting to hear what he had to say regarding the text message I sent him. If he asks me to stay, I don't think I will ever do that, when I haven't received any form of love.
"What are you unhappy about?" He inquired, the coldness evident in his tone. "I know you have given a lot of blood, but I have compensated you."
He is still dumb as ever to realize I didn't just marry hik n because of the agreement we had between us. It has nothing to do with the damn money he has been compensating me with. His attention was all I seek, his love, but Zara got it all instead. How stupid of me to think he will make me stay.
"This is the divorce papers, sign it and let me leave. " I looked up staring directly into his cold eyes, my voice calm. I no longer wanted to say anything to him.
What we were saying was never the same thing. It was never from the start. I just wanted him to love me.
I looked at the man infront of me, with his distinct features, handsome and upright, which had once made people infatuated. But he had never looked kindly on me. He was always cold on me.
In the past, I was always careful not to hurt him, but now, when I saw him again, my heart was stone cold.
"Emily, I hope you don't regret this! You are asking for something you should have never brought up" it sounded like a threat to me.
I scoffed, casting him a furtive look "if there's anything I regret most, it's marrying you four years back." I responded careful, watching his expression to see his reaction.
He opened his mouth to utter a word but closed it back.
I let out a miserable smile, knowing in my heart that it couldn't have been clearer, but I need him to see me as someone who doesn't seem affected by her decision.
I had already hit the ground running on Ryan's path, and it was enough, really enough.
It was almost time to go home and the line had disappeared, leaving us as the last couple.
In the blink of an eye, four years of relationship had come to an end. Who would have thought that a day like today would come?
I watched as he pulled a pen from his pocket pants, without hesitating, his signature was already on the papers.
As I watched hik sign those papers, a new pain rose in my heart, and the little joy I had left, vanished in the air, leaving me unable to breathe.
My heart trembled the moment I recieved the signed documents from him. Finally it's over, it still feels like I am dreaming, but I know I am not.
He didn't say anything to try exchange my mind, and he didn't even look at me again.
"Let's go to the hospital"
He hadn't forgotten my last value in his life. This is the only place I come in as a wife.
I tilted my head slightly and suddenly laughed. "Ryan, even if she dies in front of me in the future, I would not waste a single drop of blood."
"Zara is sick, and you are leaving her like that? Don't forget the conditions you agreed to, when you married into this family."
Why is he bringing up the past when he already signed the divorce papers? Who cares about what happens to her?
My heart felt like it had been pierced by a sharp weapon, and I was overwhelmed with pain.
Yes, I married him because I was precious and rare with panda blood, and because I promised that I would donate whenever Zara needed blood.
I looked at him with flashing eyes, and the man's gaze beneath his sword-like brows carried the usual difference.
My smile widened, and I laughed insolently and coldly. I should have understood long ago that I was nothing more than a lowly mobile blood bank.
"Ryan, don't worry, I really don't want your wife's position, this is the last time I will donate blood.
I smiled meaningfully, took the last look at him and turned to leave.
Without waiting for Ryan to speak, I went to the hospital, found Zara's VIP room, and pushed the door open.
Several doctors and nurses were gathered around her, carefully asking her if she was still feeling unwell. Such a pretend, I doubt she will never change.
When she saw me coming, her eyes flashed, and an expression of joy immediately appeared in her face.
"Emily, you have come. You are not angry with me, are you? I am not well.
I strode over, my gaze looking gloomy and cold. Who cares if she's sick? I am sure this is her way to drain me out of blood.
"I knew Ryan wouldn't leave me alone. He's like a brother to me, always protecting me since I was a little girl. Emily please don't take it personally. If I have caused any discord between you too, I am genuinely sorry. Don't blame him, if you must blame someone, blame me.
"Such a pretend" my subconscious muttered. Ryan found out she was his cousin just when I became secretary, but here she is lying about taking care of her from childhood.
I had to be straight foward, she can't keep feigning her true colors when I know she's not real. I know what she is capable of doing.
"You sent me that text, didn't you? I inquired. But I didn't need her answers at all, before I slapped her hard on the face, her cheeks turning red.