Chapter 4 — I'm So Tired Of Twisted Love

He was so used to flattery and flattery... but at this moment, sitting in front of me, he was like the weak guy that night.

"We've been living separately for five years. Without me by your side, you still live very well."

“Ky Van, you don't need me anymore.”

I withdrew my hand. He still tried to hold on, but I quickly pulled down the collar, revealing the surgery scar on his chest. He was stunned: “What is this?”

“Do you remember five years ago when I 'disappeared' for a while?”

This is my final trump card. I bet that, deep inside, Ky Van is still a little soft on me.

“These surgical scars are the reason I had to go abroad. I have cancer.”

“Do you know when I found out I had cancer?” I laughed softly, mocking myself.

“It was while going for a prenatal checkup.”

"God really wanted to kill me... When I found out you were having an affair, I discovered I was pregnant."

“After finding out I was pregnant, I found out I had cancer.”

I pulled back my collar and slowly adjusted my clothes.

“So I gave up the baby. I just became crazy, controlling him like a lunatic.”

“So you thought I was crazy, it turns out I'm sick.”

Ky Van's voice choked:

“Why didn't you tell me?”

"You always avoid me. What can I say?" I took a sip of cooled coffee.

“Do you want me to chase another woman's bed to tell you: 'I'm about to die'?”

It was during that time that I truly understood what life is not like death. I went to take blood alone, went to the operating table alone, and watched the scar on my chest gradually take shape. Day after day… Ky Van was like a tumor in my body — when he was inside me, I was about to collapse. But if I'm cruel enough to cut you off, it'll be worth it... because I still have a chance to live. Fate is still not kind to me. I recovered from cancer, and also completely "detoxed" Ky Van. I don't depend on him anymore. I can live soberly and independently. The day I was re-examined, the cool breeze gently blew across my face, everything was growing and multiplying. My treating doctor congratulated me — five years without recurrence, the cancer was completely cured. I have conquered the disease, after that... even death, I am no longer afraid. I can start a new life. And the first step in that new life is that I will give birth to my child. Get out of this unhappy marriage.

“Only when we die once will people understand what they really want.”

I bowed my head and gently rubbed my belly.

"Ky Van... because I almost died once... please let me and my child go, okay?"

When I raised my head to look at Ky Van on the opposite side, he was quietly shedding tears.

5

I think I will never understand male psychology. When I thought Ky Van loved me very much, he hurt me like a knife cutting into my heart. And when I believed that everything was arranged, that he would definitely accept my divorce proposal, he continuously gave in.

"You give birth to the baby. I will treat it as my own child. Whatever you want, I will give it to you."

I sighed helplessly and said:

“You know, the doctor said that the disease I have, many patients suffer from because of prolonged psychological pressure, anxiety and depression.”

Negative emotions are something that silently destroys the body. It does not disappear on its own, but silently accumulates into physical damage. Ky Van's career is increasingly flourishing, and the gentle young man gradually changes every year. He spends more time at work, and there are fewer and fewer conversations between the two of us. Outsiders' eyes on our relationship also changed. In the past, we were the ideal couple in everyone's eyes — a dreamlike love story. But gradually, I became someone who was no longer "worthy" of him. Many disagreements began to appear between us — from small things like where to put things, to big things like my career direction — it seemed like everything had to be done according to his wishes. If I don't agree, he will say I'm childish and unreasonable. Every time an argument happens, I feel like I'm facing the whole world. Even when he had an affair and I asked for a divorce, my biological parents couldn't understand. In their eyes, Ky Van is a rare and excellent man, whom I must cherish like a treasure. He just made mistakes that any successful man can make. As long as I know how to turn a blind eye, life can still be peaceful and prosperous. But I kept trying to make a mess of things. Moreover, after so many years of living together without children, he has never blamed me once.