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

II!

་་

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

stood up. “Is this

replied earnestly, “Yes!”

wish.” With that,

atmosphere dissipated along with his

quiet returned to

was no one coming to pick

afternoon, when the sun was high, Eileen completed the discharge procedures. All the expenses had been paid, including some surgical fees. In her hand,

treating depression.

inform anyone about her discharge

“Eileen, feel free to reach out to me anytime for matters related to mental health. I’m always at your

in front of the bus stop, Eileen subsequently tossed the business

she herself knew her own situation.

find her own

hospital, Zachary looked at the 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 Jasper today. She handled the discharge. procedures all by herself. Isn’t this a great

a response, the call abruptly ended

took out her key and opened the door, immediately greeted by the scent of fresh grass mixed with earth. The balcony door was left open. As Eileen stepped inside, she saw that the plants on the

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

thought of Elm. She walked over and picked up the school uniform, wondering how

21

about 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,

the blink of an eye, more than a week

stepped out of her room. even once, and she was completely unaware of what was happening in the

in this small house, sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of the couch while using her art to

grew tired, she would go to sleep. When she felt

anything related to her

it was only then Eileen noticed the

fingers through her hair that hadn’t been washed for days. She was

of freshly boiled water, she remembered that it was

was littered with empty strips of antidepressants. She

current state, could it be considered as her