Chapter 3

For three years, I had been anxious about him, hoping to successfully conceive.

He was the quintessential workaholic, particularly when it came to his job with Nancy. On multiple occasions, he collapsed at work, and I had to come and retrieve him.

My fragile frame sustained numerous injuries from lifting him. In my efforts to boost his wellbeing, I tried various care methods, which ultimately led to my own health deteriorating.

Since he never made time for exercise, I gave him nightly full-body massages before bedtime to help stimulate his muscles.

Additionally, I constantly researched in vitro fertilization, sought out hospital contacts, and devised plans.

Simultaneously, I had to monitor my own nutrition and lifestyle, striving to maintain my health and increase our chances of conception.

I shielded him from nearly all possible hardships, shouldering the rest myself.

I had undergone countless injections and treatments, never once complaining or shedding tears in his presence.

Throughout those three years, he often professed his love for me, with such apparent sincerity that I truly believed he cared for me.

Nancy's interference pushed me over the edge; no woman could tolerate such behavior.

"Was this your doing?!"

I nearly lunged at her, but Luke held me back.

"Madison, be reasonable! Thirty thousand dollars is insignificant to you. Why are you making such a fuss?"

This was the man I had loved for five years.

"What does our child mean to you?

"I want to end our marriage."

He was shocked and stepped toward me. "I refuse! How could you possibly want to divorce me? You can't survive without me!"

Just then, a nurse approached with a medical form.

"Which one of you is Madison Lane? Please sign here. Prepare for the hysterectomy procedure."