Chapter 7

Natalie POV

I returned to the New York townhouse in the rain.

On the way back to New York, I was like a puppet without a soul.

Pushing open the townhouse door, the living room was in chaos.

The locked box I'd left on the table had been forcibly pried open. That was where I stored all my IVF documentation and medical records.

Now, those consent forms, stimulation records, and embryo cultivation reports that carried three years of my suffering were torn to shreds, scattered across the floor like snow.

Sophie sat on the sofa, holding scissors, slowly cutting up an ultrasound report.

"Oh my, Natalie is back." Sophie looked up, her smile innocent yet vicious. "I'm so sorry. I was looking for something earlier and accidentally knocked over your box. These waste papers looked rather unsightly, so I took the liberty of disposing of them for you."

All the blood in my body instantly rushed to my head.

I lunged forward, snatching the scissors from Sophie's hand, pointing at her with bloodshot eyes. "Do you have a death wish?!"

"Ahh! Help!" Sophie screamed, toppling from her wheelchair to the floor, a shallow cut from the scissors appearing on the back of her hand.

The front door opened at precisely that moment.

Adrian stormed in. Seeing this scene, his eyes nearly split with rage.

"Natalie! Have you lost your mind!"

He charged forward violently, kicking me in the knee.

Already weakened, his kick sent me heavily to my knees on those shredded papers. Broken glass shards pierced my kneecap, blood instantly seeping out.

Adrian tenderly lifted Sophie from the floor, looking at the cut on her hand, then turned to roar at me. "Are you sick?! How did Sophie offend you that you'd try to kill her with scissors?!"

I knelt on the floor, looking at the shredded papers everywhere.

This was proof that for him, I'd endured ninety-nine needle punctures. Now, all of it had become "waste paper" in his eyes.

"She tore up my medical records." My voice was eerily calm, calm in a frightening way. "Adrian, she destroyed all the records from three years of IVF treatments I did for you."

Adrian froze, glancing at the shredded papers on the floor, a flash of embarrassment crossing his eyes.

But his expression quickly hardened again. "If they're torn, they're torn! What's the point of keeping those things? To remind me you're a waste who couldn't even protect a child?!"

Those words were like a rusty knife, viciously stabbing into my heart and twisting violently.

Looking at Adrian, I suddenly felt the man before me was as unfamiliar as a monster.

"Adrian." I slowly stood, blood from my knee flowing down my calf, leaving shocking red traces on the carpet.

I walked to a nearby cabinet, took out a document I'd prepared long ago, and threw it at Adrian's feet.

"Let's get divorced."

The document clearly read "Divorce Agreement."

Adrian's pupils constricted sharply. He stared intently at that agreement.

"Divorce?" Adrian laughed coldly, tearing the agreement to shreds right in front of me. "Natalie, what game are you playing now to win me back? You want to divorce me over some torn papers?"

"Don't forget. You were the one who insisted on marrying me! You want to leave now? I don't allow it!"

He pointed at Sophie, speaking with self-righteous indignation. "Sophie saved my life on K2! I owe her a debt I can never repay in this lifetime! As my wife, what's wrong with you suffering a little? Why can't you be more magnanimous?!"

Looking at his furious face, I suddenly felt unbearably sad.

"You owe her a life, so you'll use mine to repay it?" I pulled at the corner of my mouth, my eyes lifeless. "Adrian, I don't owe you two anything. These five years, I've given you everything I could. Now, I want nothing anymore."

I turned toward the stairs, my figure resolute.

Adrian suddenly roared. "Natalie! If you dare walk out that door today, don't ever come back!"

My steps didn't pause.

Never come back?

That suits me perfectly.