Chapter 3

I pressed my mouth shut tightly, tears running down my face without control.

Surrounded by open flirting inside the private room, my Cinderella dream completely broke apart.

The moment Rupert came back home, he saw my swollen eyes and his smile stopped right away.

He hurried over, his eyes full of worry.

“Who bullied you?”

I stayed silent.

Rupert’s look was still gentle like always.

But now, mixed with the smell of another woman’s perfume on him, it felt ridiculous.

I pushed his hand aside and forced the divorce papers that Nancy prepared into his hands.

“If all you want is a quiet, obedient wife, then find someone else.”

A moment of fear showed in Rupert Cavendish’s eyes.

“You know everything?”

After a long, quiet moment, he became even more shameless.

“I know, I know. I never planned to hide it from you.”

He slapped the divorce papers open.

“Divorce? There’s no need to go this far.”

“I may have many women outside, but you are my wife. I come home every day, isn’t that enough?”

“Calm yourself down. Don’t talk about divorce again.”

He casually walked upstairs, sure that I would carefully think it over and obediently remain Mrs. Cavendish.

He did not notice my suitcase, already packed, sitting by the door.

The following day, he realized that my name had been written on the divorce papers.

Every item I owned had disappeared.

Only then did he start to feel afraid.

Once the divorce papers were signed, I quickly went back to my hometown.

But before I could run into my grandmother’s arms, she fell down right in front of me.

The doctor said it was late-stage lung cancer; at worst, she only had six months left.

“Which one of you is Esme Greystone’s family?”

Before I could even get up, Rupert’s voice suddenly sounded in the narrow county hospital hallway.

“Here, I am her granddaughter’s husband.”

The busy CEO Rupert, after seeing my signed name on the divorce papers...

He had taken a three-hour plane ride, a two-hour train ride and a two-hour bus ride.

He had traveled very far to reach this place.

His steps were a little shaky as he walked toward the doctor, his shirt still covered with mud.

That was because he had gone to the village to look for me first.

The road leading to the mountains was a narrow concrete path, only passable by motorcycle.

The road was slick from the rain and he had fallen down with his luggage.

But after finding out I was at the hospital, he hurried over without any pause.

“Primrose, don’t worry, the doctor says Grandma is awake.”

I rushed toward the room.

The first words Grandma said when she saw me were, “Primrose, Grandma was always going to face this day sooner or later. As long as you and Rupert are okay, I feel calm.”

At that time, I suddenly didn’t dare brush away Rupert’s hand, which was firmly resting on my shoulder.

How could I let Grandma, in the last part of her life, feel upset and uneasy because of my problems?

Rupert looked at me, then smiled. “Grandma, don’t worry, Primrose and I are doing well.”

“But Grandma, you also need to help us feel at ease. After you rest enough, let’s transfer to a hospital in Rochester.”

“That way, Primrose and I can come see you every week.”

Another half year went by.

Grandma stayed in the best hospital in Rochester, calm and well, full of strength.

The doctor also said many people with late-stage lung cancer can live more than ten years, so I could finally relax.

Rupert also appeared to have settled down, staying beside me all the time, making different food for me every day.