Three Years In, My Husband Suddenly Let Go novel
When I was injured in a car accident, he made me go to the hospital alone.
When my mother was hospitalized with terminal cancer, he handed me a plane ticket:
This is the only way I can help you.
I developed depression after years of his emotional neglect. He tossed the diagnosis into the trash and said coldly:
Being dramatic is being dramatic. Whats wrong with you? Depression is just the weak pretending to suffer.
The night my mother died, my father couldnt bear the grief and jumped to his death. I begged him to come back and help with the funeral, but he snapped:
Would your parents come back to life if I came back? Theyre gone, yet you still havent learned to be independent? Do you expect me to carry you forever?
I handled the funeral alone and collapsed at the cemetery.
When I woke up, I learned I had miscarried. Broken, I attempted suicide by cutting my wrists.
On the way to the emergency room, I saw him clinging to his secretary, pleading with the doctor to treat the blisters on her feet from her heels.
The secretary told him to stop, but he, eyes filled with tears, said:
With me, youll never need to be independent. If something hurts, just say itIm here.
At that moment, I finally understood.
He hadnt become an advocate for independence; he had simply stopped loving me.
But why, after losing everything, would he cry and beg me to keep being his innocent, carefree princess?
The lights in the emergency room were blinding.
The doctor picked up my blood-stained phone and dialed my emergency contact for the tenth time before it was answered.
Is this Adriana Spencers husband? Your wife attempted suicide and lost too much blood. Shes in critical condition, and we need your signature immediately Lucas Sterling cut him off impatiently:
Shes not a child. Let her sign it herself.
A soft voice in the background called to him:
Mr. Sterling, Im fine on my own. You should go back and stay with her
He gently replied:
No need. Shes very independent, unlike yousomeone who always needs to be cared for.
The doctors exchanged looks and quickly covered the stethoscope, afraid I would hear this piercing conversation.
But Lucass cold voice still came through:
Tell Adriana that if an adult cant live independently, then her staying alive is a joke.
The doctor urgently explained my condition again.
And she just had a miscarriage he added. Lucas let out a cold laugh:
Wrist-cutting suicide? Shes terrified of pain. How would she cut her wrists? How much did she pay you to play along with her?
His voice dripped with mockery:
Someone who really wants to die wont give anyone a chance to save her. Adriana, I know youre listening. If you want to die, then die in front of me. Ill collect your body myself.
The line went dead.
The doctor tried calling again, but the call wouldnt connect.
Still, that cold, merciless voice echoed through the disinfectant-filled air.
The monitor blared a sharp alarm.
My blood pressure kept falling, and my consciousness slipped into darkness.
With the last of my strength, I grabbed the doctors hand:
If I die donate my body and organs
I dont need Lucas to collect my body.
With how obsessed he was with my so-called independence, he would only think my death inconvenienced him.
The ECG spiked wildly.
If I can live
I will leave him forever.
Before I could finish, darkness swallowed me.
When I woke again, the doctors and nurses were all in tears:
I thought you
"Ms. Spencer, no matter what happened, no matter what you've endured, we hope you stay strong."
"We may never fully understand your pain, but remember, God didnt take you because you deserve better. You need to face the hurt, not give up your life..."
The doctors and nurses lined up, giving me gentle hugs one after another.
Each warm embrace sent a faint spark of life into my numb heart.
If, at my breaking point, Lucas had given me even a single hug, I wouldnt have ended up like this...
When we were dating, he did everything for me, treating me like a princess.
He was the one who vowed at our wedding that he would be my lifelong support:
"Adriana, I will cherish you forever. You only need to be yourselfleave everything else to me." The vow remains, but the man who made it has already changed.
During my entire hospitalization, Lucas never showed up.
No calls, no messages.
Only the monitors steady beeping kept me company.
I spent most of the time with my eyes closed, as if sleeping could turn everything into a forgotten dream.
But I was awakened by voices in the corridor.
"Women are all the same, yet their lives are so different."
"That woman yesterdayheard she just had a small blister on her heel, and her husband was terrified, even feeding her water himself."
Another lowered her voice:
"Its true, comparison hurts. I thought my husband was good, but compared to hers, he's nothing. I really envy his wife..."
Images flickered in my mindmy mothers tearful gaze, my fathers falling silhouette, the doctor apologizing for the miscarriage.
And then, the scene of Lucas holding Lydia Young, eyes red, saying, "With me, youll never need to be independent."
My chest filled with a cold, suffocating stillness.
Even tears refused to fall.
If they knew I was Lucass wife, would they still envy her?
The attending physician came to check on me, and seeing I still wouldnt open my eyes, quietly shook his head.
He sighed to the nurse:
"Notify psychiatry to intervene."
This time, I didnt reject counseling, nor did I refuse medication.
For three years after our marriage, Lucas had insisted we start trying for a baby, but perhaps because of the stress, I couldnt get pregnant.
Even after being diagnosed with depression, and the doctor firmly telling me to take medication and wait until I recovered, I stubbornly fought against the emotions swallowing me.
Back then, I believed that if I just got pregnant, I could salvage the marriage that had suddenly fallen apart.
But after I broke down, struggled to heal myself, and tried everything to conceive, the child quietly slipped away.
As if even the child knew this crumbling marriage was no longer worth clinging to.
After taking antidepressants, the crushing weight inside me eased.
I stopped hiding in sleep and called a law firm:
"Help me draft a divorce agreement." On the day I was discharged, I took the signed agreement and proactively contacted Lucas.
Maybe because I hadnt clung to him for half a month, he actually answered my video call right away.
Behind him were the floor-to-ceiling windows of a luxury hotel, the river view glowing outside.
He wore a bathrobe, droplets still sliding from his hair.
Seeing the hospital behind me, he lifted a brow, his voice dripping with disdain:
"Really committing to this act, arent you? Arent you afraid of catching all sorts of germs?"
He leaned back lazily on the sofa, and through the glass behind him, I could vaguely see a womans figure moving.
The nurse changing my dressing looked up, unable to hide her outrage:
Sir, your wife is newly pregnant and Lucas suddenly straightened, his expression flipping instantly to intense, unwavering concern:
Adriana, youre pregnant? When did this happen? Why didnt you tell me?
His voice was urgent and sincere, even trembling:
Im sorry, its my fault! Stay there, Ill cancel the most important project and rush to the hospital right now!
His earnest tone made it seem as if the man who told me to die outside the emergency room had never existed.
I sneered inwardly and hung up immediately.
Less than thirty minutes later, the ward door opened softly.
But it wasnt Lucas.
Lydia entered holding a huge bouquet of lilies and a luxury-brand gift bag, walking toward me with a gentle smile.
Madam, Mr. Sterling was extremely worried when he heard you were pregnant, so he asked me to come take care of you.
These flowers and gifts were supposed to be a birthday present from him. Consider them a surprise for you; I dont really like them anyway
She placed the bouquet and gift bag on the bedside table, then deliberately brushed her half-wet hair aside, revealing an unmistakable, intimate red mark on her neck.
I closed my eyes, trying to force away the unbearable images flooding my mind.
Lydia suddenly leaned in:
Adriana, I didnt expect that after taking birth control pills for so many years, you could still get pregnant
My eyes snapped open. Her malicious gaze was fixed on my lower abdomen:
I just wonder if this child will live to be born or even be normal
Understanding everything in an instant, I raised my hand and slapped her hard.
She covered her swelling cheek, her eyes instantly filling with tears. Her voice rose in wounded grievance:
Madam, I know you hate that Mr. Sterling wants you to be independent, but hes doing it for your own good!
He doesnt want people to be independent because he doesnt carehe loves you so much that hes strict with you! He wants you to grow, to be stronger!
She stepped closer, tears trembling in her eyes:
Youre going to be a mother now, please be more mature, okay? You dont know how much pressure Mr. Sterling faces every day to earn money and support the family
Her voice broke, as if she were the one suffering:
He really has it hard. Please stop putting pressure on him, okay?
Get out, I cut her off coldly.
Lydia suddenly lunged forward and seized my injured wrist.
I instinctively pulled back, but she twisted the motion, shoving herself away with my hand and letting out a dramatic scream as she fell backward, crashing into the bedside table.
A loud bang echoed.
The lilies scattered across the floor, petals and stems in disarray.
She sat on the ground, looking up at me with watery eyes.
Madam, I came to care for you out of kindness. Why did you hit me? At that moment, the ward door burst open.
Lucas saw the pitiful Lydia on the floor, and his expression turned pitch-black.
He hurried over and helped her up, his voice panicked, more nervous than I had ever heard:
Lydia? Are you alright? Are you hurt anywhere?
He checked her anxiously from head to toe, as if she were some delicate treasure.
He gently stroked her swollen cheek, then turned to glare at me, his eyes filled with raw disappointment and fury:
Adriana! Im so disappointed in you!
His voice shook with anger:
Secretary Young came to help you out of kindness, and you actually raised a hand against her? When did you become so vicious? Do you really think that just because youre pregnant with my child, you can do whatever you want?
I opened my mouth to explain: She did it to me
Enough! Lucas snapped, his gaze icy and unfamiliar, thick with disdain:
I dont want to hear your excuses! I thought you were just not independent enough, but I never imagined youd be this jealous and spiteful!
Apologize to Secretary Young. If you dont, forget about keeping my child!
He immediately took out his phone to schedule an abortion.
He knew how desperately I had wanted this pregnancy, yet he used the child to threaten me.
I handed him the blood-stained miscarriage report and whispered,
Lucas, dont bother. The baby is gone.
He took the report, disbelief flashing across his face before it twisted into rage:
Adriana, havent you caused enough trouble? I bet you were never pregnant at alljust using this miscarriage to guilt-trip me, right?
Whatever he believed no longer mattered.
I took out the prepared divorce agreement from under my pillow and handed it to him.
Sign it. Lets end this peacefully. The crisp white paper reflected his suddenly drained expression.
He let go of Lydia, snatched the agreement, and his pupils tightened sharply as he read the terms.
When did you find out about all this?
Those overseas accounts he assumed I didnt know about, the assets he secretly transferred, the things he thought would stay hidden forever
All neatly listed, line by line.
Looking at him, I suddenly felt it was all absurd.
For three years, he treated me like a parasitic vine, convinced I survived only by clinging to him, always on guard.
But he never realized he was the vine wrapped around me.
Adriana!
He tore the agreement apart, his voice warped by fury. Youve been plotting against me from the start! Pretending all these years!
You think someone like you deserves a divorce? You want a piece of what I built? Without me, youre nothing! You cant survive!
I watched his theatrics in silence, a soft, sorrowful laugh escaping:
Staying with you is the only way I truly cant live.
From that moment, he saw my dependence as a burden.
From that moment, he treated my love like a joke.
From that moment, he expected me to face life and death alone.
I had already become nothing.
He stormed out, borrowed an A4 sheet from a nurse, wrote a divorce agreement by hand, and slammed it onto the bed.
You want a divorce? Fine! Sign this, and you leave with nothing. Lydia was so thrilled she nearly stumbled. Leaning into him, she murmured, Mr. Sterling, dont be angry Madam must be acting on impulse Her eyes glowed with triumphant delight as she clutched her head, pretending to feel faint.
Lucas pulled her close, his gaze slicing into me:
Adriana, Im giving you one last chance. Apologize to Lydia, and Ill pretend none of this happened.
No need. If you wont agree to a mutual divorce, then see you in court. My lawyer will contact you.
I tore his flamboyant handwritten divorce agreement into shreds.
Lucas stared at me, his eyes filled with a complicated, unreadable mix.
Anger, disbelief and a flicker of panic?
He couldnt understand where my determination to divorce came from.
Adriana, youll regret this.
He threw out the warning and pulled Lydia away.
At the ward door, he turned back.
His gaze was the same one people use on something filthy.
Until you learn how to be a decent human being and sincerely apologize to Secretary Young, dont expect a single cent from me.
The door slammed, the impact making the walls tremble.
At that moment, my phone lit updozens of notifications about frozen bank accounts appeared all at once.
I looked at the cold messages and let out a bitter smile.
I once foolishly believed I had good taste in men that I could have a love as steadfast as my parents.
Reality gave me the harshest slap.
Touching the scabbed cut on my wrist, I walked through the rain and returned to the villa I once called home.
The fingerprint lock beeped with an error.
The password lock refused me, too.
Finally, Lydia opened the door wearing my silk pajamas. The huge diamond ring on her finger pierced my eyes.
She leaned against the doorframe, smirking:
Oh? What are you doing here? Regretting your actions?
But you misunderstood something. Playing hard to get wont work on Lucas. He already said this is my home nowso you should leave.
She tugged at her pajama collar, revealing more suggestive marks.
I pushed her aside and walked in.
I threw all your trash out long ago!
In just half a month, the house had changed completely.
The wedding photos were gone, replaced with her glossy portraits.
My porcelain collection vanished, replaced by her luxury items.
Looking for your junk?
She followed me, her tone sugar-coated and cruel. Probably in that pile waiting to be sold in the storage room.
In the storage room, I found my mothers box of hand-drawn sketches.
When I opened it, my heart cracked. The drawings were splattered with ink, parts torn apart.
They were my mothers lifes work.
Lydia picked up a stack of intact sketches and, with disdain, began tearing them:
Your mothers dead. Why keep these?
Why pile trash in my house? Its unlucky!
My vision went white with rage.
I lunged to stop her, but she dodged.
Stop!
Lucass voice sounded from the doorway.
He rushed over, shoved me aside, and shielded Lydia.
My back hit the shelf hard, pain shooting through me, but at least I stopped her from tearing up more.
Adriana, havent you caused enough trouble?
He glared coldly. Didnt you want a divorce? Then get out of my house.
Lydia hid behind him, a triumphant smirk on her lips.
I looked at the torn sketches, then at Lucass indifference.
My final shred of hope vanished completely.
Without a word, I crouched and gathered the pieces one by one.
Each torn scrap felt like a fragment of my crushed heart.
That night, I contacted a top private investigator with only one request: obtain solid evidence of Lucass infidelity as quickly as possible.
He worked fast.
Three days later, the file arrived in my email.
Sure enough, when Lucas suddenly demanded that I become independent, he was already having an affair with Lydia.
When my parents were critically ill and begged him to come back with me, he claimed he was busy with an important project, yet he was actually traveling across Europe with Lydia.
At my parents funeral, when he said returning wouldnt bring them back to life, he was actually accompanying Lydias mother on a sightseeing trip.
The documents contained even more records of his affairs.
The contract for the luxury house he bought for Lydia using marital assets.
The limited-edition sports car he purchased for her.
The spending records from the supplementary credit card he opened under her name.
Every item, every detail, was devastating.
I packaged all the evidence and sent it to my lawyer, including proof that Lydia had swapped my daily calcium supplements with low-quality birth control pills.
Im filing for divorce. I want him to walk away with nothing.
The lawyer quickly responded:
The evidence is very strong; your chance of winning is high. With that confirmation, I called my uncle:
You dont need to support Lucas anymore. Im coming back to inherit Grandpas business. I bought a ticket for the next flight to Freeland.
It was time to return to the life that should have been mine.
Meanwhile, Lucass inbox was overflowing with termination notices from clients.
His assistant, pale-faced, rushed into the office, staring at the flood of emails:
Mr. Sterling, something terrible has happened
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