Edward wondered why he wasn’t aware that Macie had left the hospital.


    Upon seeing Edward’s shocked reaction, the nurse eyed him suspiciously and asked, “How are you rted to Macie?<b>” </b>


    “I… I’m her husband,” Edward muttered.


    The nurse frowned, studying him with apparent skepticism. “<b>If </b>you’re her husband, why didn’t <b>you </b>know


    that she was discharged?”


    Edward didn’t answer. His mind was nk, his thoughts scattered. After a few seconds of stunned


    silence, he snapped to reality and bolted down the stairs.


    If Macie had been discharged yesterday morning, why hadn’t shee home? Where had she taken her bedding and pillows? Did she know someone else in this city? Had she gone to rent a ce? But she hadn’t worked in two years. Where would she get the money? Was it from Yosef?


    Edward thought that none of it made any sense unless Macie moved in with that so–called “senior” of


    hers!


    The thought sent a jolt of panic through Edward, quickly morphing into jealousy and rage. His foot mmed on the gas pedal, the car speeding dangerously close to the limit as he raced back home.


    Once inside, he stormed into the guest bedroom and yanked open the closet. It was empty.


    The room, already sparsely furnished with just a nightstand and two wardrobes, now felt like a hollow shell. Edward’s anger peaked as he pulled out his phone and dialed Macie’s number again.


    The same cold, automated voice greeted him. He tried sending her a message, only to be met with a red <fn4ba8> This content belongs to FιndNovel</fn4ba8>


    exmation mark.


    Macie had blocked his contact.


    “Macie,” Edward growled her name through clenched teeth, then immediately sent her a friend request


    on social media,


    His hands trembled as he sat on the edge of the bed. He clutched his head. If there had been a mirror, he would have seen the bloodshot eyes staring back at him.


    But no matter how long he waited, there was no response. Desperate, he sent multiple verification messages, each one more frantic than thest.


    Edward’s eyes fell on the nightstand. The drawer was closed. He yanked it open, hoping to find anything that would prove that Macie might return.


    Instead, Edward found a stack of papers. He picked them up, and the bold letters at the top struck him


    like a knife to the heart.


    It read, “Divorce Agreement“.


    “Fine. Fine! Macie, you’ve got guts!” Edward roared as he jumped to his feet.


    He had thought that Macie’s casual mention of divorce half a month ago was just a joke, a passing remark she hadn’t seriously meant. But now, there it was–the divorce agreement, right in his hands.


    “Don’t even think of a divorce. This marriage was something you schemed for, wasn’t it? I’ll show you what it means to get in easily but leave with difficulty. You begged for this, so even if you have to, you’ll plead for decades!”


    Edward’s words echoed in the empty room. Then, without hesitation, he tore the thin stack of papers into shreds, the pieces fluttering to the ground like confetti.


    A twisted smile curled on his lips as he stared at the scattered fragments of the divorce agreement.


    “I’ll never sign it. Macie, you won’t get your way.”


    Just then, a small piece of paper caught his eye. Edward crouched down and picked it up. It was Macie’s


    signature.


    That alone wouldn’t have been surprising, but his signature was on the other half of the torn paper.


    Edward’s eyes widened in shock. He scrambled to find the matching pieces, piecing them together under the light. There was no mistaking it. It was his handwriting.


    At that moment, it felt like the sky had fallen. He copsed to the floor, his anger dissolving into disbelief, confusion, and a mind–numbing sense of loss.