I was administering an IV drip to Amos Kelly's beloved Hailey Peterson. She falsely accused me of hurting her with the needle. Not only did Amos believe her, but he pushed me so hard that I miscarried. Heartbroken and defeated, I decided to fake my death and go through with the divorce. In a bitter twist, Amos abandoned his precious Hailey and knelt by my grave, sobbing uncontrollably.

I'm a nurse, and today my duty was to attend to my husband's infatuation. Dressed in my nurse’s uniform after a long shift, I looked utterly exhausted. Meanwhile, Amos's perfect Hailey appeared in all her youthful elegance. "Hold still," I instructed, but she kept squirming, causing the needle to miss and draw blood. "Why can't you do it right? It hurts so much." Just as I wanted to respond, Hailey rushed into Amos's arms as he entered the room. "Amos, look at what she did to my hand; it’s bleeding, and it hurts so much!"

I had never heard Amos speak so gently. "Does it hurt? Let me make it better," he cooed. I looked up, my eyes stinging with tears. Amos and I had been married for three years, yet I was just a shadow trailing behind him. He was the prince of the social elite, while my family had fallen on hard times. Even our marriage was a favor my grandfather arranged on his deathbed, hoping to see me happy. But Amos never loved me. Despite three years of marriage, I couldn't reach his heart.

Last month, when his cherished Hailey returned from Europe, he often didn’t come home, and when he did, he was drunk and even mistook me for Hailey, forcing himself on me. "Amos, your wife is right here. Is it really appropriate to be all over someone else?" I said, standing up, fists clenched. Hailey looked tearful and pitifully frail. Naturally, Amos was full of concern, gently wiping her tears as if I didn’t exist. "Amos, it’s okay. Maybe you should comfort Flora," Hailey suggested.

"Flora, if you can't do your job, why are you still a nurse? And now, instead of apologizing for your mistake?" Amos's words were relentless, and soon Aubree Tran, the head nurse, arrived, drawn by the commotion. "What are you doing? Apologize immediately." Aubree’s slap on my back stung terribly, and I stared at Amos, walking over. "Amos, she kept moving. I told her to stay still…" I reached for Hailey but was shoved aside by Amos, collapsing to the floor as a sharp pain gripped my abdomen.

"I didn’t move; you just don’t know how to give an injection properly…" Hailey's voice was soft and weak, while Amos's was cold as ice. "Someone like her shouldn't be here. I'll be telling Dr. Arthur Lewis about this. Hailey, I'll take you to get your shot; there's nothing to worry about." As they left, Amos didn’t spare me a glance while I lay on the floor. A sudden warm rush filled my lower belly, and when I touched it, my hand came away covered in blood. Aubree’s eyes widened in shock before calling for a stretcher.

I was semi-conscious as they wheeled me into surgery. "What's happening? Why am I bleeding so much?" Emir Hill, the doctor, looked at me with pity. "Flora, you were pregnant." A moment of joy was overshadowed by immense fear. "Please, save it. I beg you," I sobbed uncontrollably. "It's not viable. But there will be others." The cold touch of medical instruments inside me left me feeling empty. There is no future, no hope.

When I awoke, I was in a hospital bed, staring blankly at the white ceiling. I had just discovered my little Everlee, and now he was gone. Everlee, you were taken away by your own father. Tears streamed uncontrollably down my face until the hospital room door opened and Kendall Robertson walked in. "I told you to divorce Amos sooner; why didn't you listen? Look at you now, so lifeless and defeated. Flora, have you forgotten how vibrant you once were?"

During the prosperous days of my family, I was the beloved darling of the Evans clan. Everyone adored me.

That changed when I met Amos Kelly. I was smitten at first sight. Tirelessly, I pursued him, despite his apparent disinterest. I believed that persistence would eventually win his heart.

Back then, people gossiped behind my back, calling me foolish for chasing him, squandering my status as a wealthy heiress. As my family's fortunes dwindled, those whispers turned into open mockery. They sneered that Amos's heart belonged to his old high school flame, Hailey Peterson, who was abroad. They said I didn’t stand a chance — Amos would never love someone like me.

Amos never refuted these rumors, but he also never discouraged me. I mistakenly took his apathy as a sign of hope. But in hindsight, it was painfully clear he didn’t care for me.

Hailey had given him a simple little trinket that always dangled in his car. He kept a photo of Hailey in his phone case, and even used her birthday as his lock screen password. I made excuses for him, thinking these were merely habits.

Now, I finally see the truth. Amos never loved me. He married me purely out of obligation to my grandfather.

I naively imagined we could live happily ever after. Whenever I brought up having a child, Amos flatly refused. I used to think he just wasn't ready. But now I understand he simply couldn’t bear anything that tied him to me.

“I’ve made up my mind. I want a divorce.”

Kendall, sitting beside me, squeezed my hand. “You’ve finally come around. Let’s leave this city. Get away for a while. Don't pin your hopes on Amos. He’s not worth it.”

I nodded, agreeing, and picked up my phone to call Amos. It took several attempts before he finally picked up.

“What do you want now? Flora, don’t you have anything better to do?” His voice dripped with irritation.

I was too numb to cry, though my eyes burned with the effort.

“Amos, let’s get a divorce.”

He let out a mocking laugh. “Oh, Flora, is this because Aaron Lewis fired you? Just because you lost your job, you’re making a scene about a divorce? Do as you please. I don’t have time for this.”

He hung up, leaving a sharp pain in my chest, making it hard to breathe. I lay in bed for a while, trying to pull myself together. Kendall, seeing my state, went out to get us some food.

My phone buzzed continuously. Checking it, I found messages from Aaron Lewis.

Aaron: Flora, we think this position might not be the right fit for you. Maybe it's best if you resign? How about we pay you your full salary for this month, does that seem fair?

Aaron: Please, don’t make this difficult for me.

I replied with a simple "Okay."

Meanwhile, Amos's friends' group chat was buzzing with activity.

Yusuf: Haha, Amos’s darling is back in town, and someone’s already getting Hailey's heart broken. Such a stone-hearted man!

Yusuf: It’s a shame Amos doesn’t even care about you.

Brandon: Where are you? Amos and Hailey are here, enjoying the fireworks together.

Brandon: Honestly, what difference does it make that you married Amos through scheming? You’re just a side act.

Amos’s friends never liked me. Their contempt ranged from snide remarks to completely ignoring me when we met.

I stared at the photos they sent, showing Amos and Hailey side by side. His blazer draped over Hailey’s shoulders. Even from the back, they looked like the perfect couple.

While they watched the fireworks and shared sweet words, our unborn child was lost due to one careless push from its father.

I closed my eyes and gently touched my stomach.

I’m so sorry, Everlee.

In the chat, I typed a few words. The previously lively group chat finally fell silent.

Flora: Amos and I are getting divorced soon. You can start calling Hailey your sister-in-law.

I sent the message and immediately left the group.

That evening, I came across Hailey's Facebook post. She and Amos were nestled together on a merry-go-round, looking every bit the happy couple. Her caption read: "They say if you ride the carousel with someone you love, you'll be together forever."

Amos never bothered to take me on such outings. Whenever I suggested we ride a carousel, he'd respond with nothing but disdain. Yet, for Hailey, he wore a look of adoration.

I decided to remove Hailey from my contacts to avoid seeing her updates. I then opened a chat with Amos and typed out a long message:

Flora: Amos, let's get a divorce. I'm serious this time. You don't need to question it. Just prepare the divorce papers, and as soon as I confirm everything's in order, we can finalize it. I wish you and Hailey a lifetime of happiness together.

People like them deserve each other, bound together forever, so they don't harm anyone else.

He didn't reply, but I saw that he updated his status on Instagram. Amos never featured me in his posts. Once, I used his phone to upload a picture of us, and he exploded, deleting it immediately.

"Isn't it normal to share that you're married?" I asked. All I had done was post a picture of us having dinner together. He snapped, "Flora, you're getting bolder every day. Why are you so petty? Haven't you realized we're married? Do you need to broadcast it to the world? Can't you let me have some privacy? Just seeing your face makes me sick."

After his outburst, he overturned the table and stormed out, leaving the meal I had carefully prepared untouched and scattered on the floor.

Now, with Hailey back in town, Amos hadn't even finalized our divorce before flaunting their relationship on social media, complete with suggestive photos and captions, as if desperate to let everyone know they were meant to be.

While I stayed in the hospital for a few days, I endured seeing their affection all over Amos’s updates. Traveling together, working together, even commuting together. Hailey had returned, and Amos had already made her his personal assistant at his company.

When I was out of options and jobless, I had begged Amos to give me a basic position in his company, even as a regular office clerk. But he refused, sending me off to the hospital to work instead. He claimed it was to build my resilience, even locking me in the morgue overnight. Later, he forced me into nurse training, though it was the last thing I wanted. I had no choice in the matter.

Returning home, the place felt empty. Amos hadn’t been back for days, but I didn’t care. I gathered my belongings, ready to leave. Despite living there for three years, I had surprisingly few possessions, as Amos despised any decorations I brought home, considering them tasteless. Anything I bought was quickly discarded.

I slipped my wedding ring off and placed it on the table. Taking one last look at what had been my home, I left—only to run into Amos and Hailey at the door. She was drunk, leaning heavily on him.

“What are you doing? Since you're here, go inside and make some coffee, and set up the guest room. Hailey will need it in a bit,” he commanded.

When I didn’t move, he frowned impatiently. “What are you standing there for? Can’t you understand what I’m saying?”