A month after the memorial day, my sense of smell started to fail.

I couldn't smell the strong perfume scent on the clothes anymore.

It was only when I was washing his clothes and saw the lipstick marks on his collar that I was shocked to realize that Bruce had probably cheated on me.

I had already thought of this day, so I didn't react much and simply put his clothes into the washing machine.

Then I sat frozen in the room for the whole night.

I knew this day would come sooner or later, but when it actually arrived, it was so painful that I couldn't think straight.

When Bruce came back, I neatly placed the washed and dried suit in front of him, and asked calmly, "Bruce, do you have someone new you like?"

Seeing the suit, Bruce did not hide it, just saying, "You really disappointed me."

I disappointed him so much that he went to find someone else.

I nodded and continued, "Then let's get a divorce. The person you like must be young and outstanding. You can't let her be the mistress. That's not good."

I was a dying person and I should let him go. I shouldn't be a hindrance between them.

Bruce frowned and sneered with clenched back molars.

"It's been two years, and you finally agree to get a divorce, right? Isn't your family asking you to rely on our family? Will your mother agree to your divorce?"

I remained silent for a moment and didn't directly answer the question. "Whenever you think it's appropriate, let's go to get a divorce. Don't worry about the money, I don't want a single penny."

"I'll move out right after the divorce. That girl definitely doesn't want to meet me either. She should also like children, otherwise how could you like her? But if she is not in good health, please don't force her to get pregnant, okay? Getting injections really hurts, and the medicine is also very bitter."

After rambling on for a bit, I abruptly shut up, realizing that I didn't deserve to bring up the subject of children, and fell silent again.

"...Forget it. I talk too much. Just pretend you didn't hear those words."

Bruce had never mentioned divorce to me. It turned out that he was waiting for me to speak first. Just as I finished speaking, he turned around coldly and left without hesitation.

"I'll meet you at the court next Monday morning at 8 o'clock. Pack up and get out of my house."

"Daisy, I'm really tired of you."

The door was slammed loudly, and I quietly held the suit and went back to my room, hanging them neatly in the wardrobe.

I was tired of you too.

I packed my luggage.

As a dying person, there was nothing to take with me, so I stuffed all the odds and ends into a small-sized suitcase.

Before leaving, I took out the last medicine I had left in the baby room and put it in my carry-on bag.

I took a few photos of the baby room and said to Bruce without turning to him, "If that girl moves in, remember to redecorate this room."

I didn't want anyone else to use this room except for my child.

After leaving the court, Bruce didn't even look at me and drove towards the company.

I called the hospital.

"Yes, doctor, there is a bed available, right? Okay, I'll come over today."

Life in the hospital was simple and boring. My only pleasure was reading the diary I wrote before, and doing various examinations in the hospital.

At night, when the attending doctor came to check on me, he looked at me with concern. "Ms Hill, I'm sorry you can't be cured and you can only wait for death. Do you really not need to ask your family to come over?"

I thought for a moment, but I couldn't recall any face of any of my relatives. With a guilty smile, I said, "It's okay, I don't have any family."

The doctor left helplessly.

On the thirtieth day of hospitalization, my condition worsened and the hospital put me on a ventilator.

I couldn't remember anything anymore. I lost my vision, everything in front of me was pitch black, and my head became heavier and heavier.

The diary said that today was the day to go to court to get the divorce certificate.

But it seemed like I couldn't go for it.

I gradually lost consciousness and my breathing became lighter. I could faintly hear the urgent sound of machines.

Bruce called me several times. He questioned why I was late and if I had changed my mind.

The nurse hurriedly answered, "Hello, this is the DC Hospital. Are you Ms. Hill's family? She's not doing well."