Rebirth of the Wife in Despair

Outside the hospital, the sycamore tree stood tall and lush, its branches filled with leaves. A few sparrows were perched on a branch, their heads tucked into their wings, likely due to the cold weather.

The weather outside was as cold as Jasper’s icy and assertive tone.

“I won’t agree to breaking up!” he declared.

Eileen crossed her arms, averted her gaze, and turned around. “That’s not what I meant,” she clarified. “What I’m suggesting is that we give each other some time. There are things we need to figure out. When we’re apart, we should also contemplate whether we truly are right for each other! Romantic relationships can’t accommodate a third person. When you knew Nancy was in danger, you chose to save her. From that, I know you haven’t let go of what happened in the past with her. I’m not devoid of emotions. You and I are the same in that regard. We both wish to be the only ones that matter in each other’s eyes.”

With a slight smile playing at the corners of her lips, Eileen added, “Why don’t you go and ask her directly? If there’s a misunderstanding, it might just resolve your inner turmoil. Regardless, we will always be like we were in the beginning.”

His gaze remained fixed on Eileen, unwavering. Eileen, in turn, also maintained her gaze, creating an eerily silent atmosphere.

In reality, she said this for the sake of both of them. It was better to resolve all past issues now before they became too deeply entangled with each other.

Otherwise, with Nancy constantly trying to come between them, their days would be filled with unrest.

This would also spare her from further humiliation.

If Jasper liked her yet couldn’t let go of his past feelings for Nancy, how was that any different from emotional infidelity?

Fabian broke the silence, stepping forward to say, “Ms. Eileen, the situation is not as you perceive it to be. Since what’s done is done, Mr. Smith will never look back. You should trust him.”

“Is that really so?” Eileen’s few words, along with her clear eyes that seemed to see through everything, made his heart skip a beat.

“There are things that I’m fully aware of. Whether it’s during the New Year period, going abroad, or leaving in the middle of the night to see her, if all these can’t prove that you can’t truly let go of her, then I… I don’t know what else to say. I’ve already asked my father to come

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over and handle my discharge procedures. He should be here soon.”

“Is this

earnestly, “Yes!”

With that, Jasper

atmosphere dissipated along with

to

there was no one coming to

afternoon, when the sun was high, Eileen completed the discharge procedures. All the

for treating

didn’t inform anyone about her discharge from the hospital.

to reach out to me anytime for matters related

stop, Eileen subsequently tossed the business card

she herself knew her own situation.

find her

slender figure boarding the bus. He held hist phone to his ear and was on a call. “Your girlfriend has discharged herself from the hospital. But it seems like she had an argument with

response, the call abruptly ended from the other side.

rental house. She took out her key and opened the door, immediately greeted by the scent of fresh grass mixed with earth. The balcony door was

was spotless, cleaned to perfection, with only a school uniform, clearly not hers, casually thrown over the blue

up the school uniform, wondering how he was doing

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the past, she realized this room held more memories of her and Elm together. He would cook in the kitchen or study and do his homework at the dining table. When tired, he would lounge on the couch like a lord, sleeping until the first

of an eye, more than a week had already passed.

always switched off. She hadn’t stepped out of her room. even once, and she was completely unaware of what was happening in the outside world.

while using her art to numb herself. Sometimes, she would paint for

sleep. When she felt hungry, she would simply whip up something to

anything related to her classes.

glass, and it was only then Eileen

couch, running her fingers through her hair that hadn’t been washed

of freshly boiled water, she remembered that it was time

littered with empty strips of antidepressants. She didn’t know

it be considered