Kim_Li_0078

#DARK ROMANCE 
Lin Yueyao spent five years of her youth married to Shen Xiao, a man whose heart was as cold as steel. She believed that her gentleness would eventually melt his indifference, but the only thing that melted was her own dignity.

Every night, she endured his cruel touch, his words like blades, and his silent disgust. But no matter how much it hurt, Yueyao clung on – for the sake of their son, Xuanxuan, and for the sliver of hope that someday he might see her.

That hope shattered completely when his first love, Bai Zhi, returned from abroad. The very night Bai Zhi came back, Shen Xiao left Yueyao alone to dine with her. His gaze, once cold and dismissive, turned tender only for Bai Zhi.

Then, just as Yueyao discovered she was pregnant again, Shen Xiao handed her divorce papers. Abandoned while carrying his child, betrayed by her husband, and discarded like a stain on his life, Yueyao’s world collapsed.

Even their son, Xuanxuan – the little boy she’d nearly died giving birth to, the one she raised with unwavering devotion – rejected her, clinging instead to Bai Zhi with innocent adoration.

But fate was crueler still.

Kidnapped straight from her hospital bed by men demanding ransom, Yueyao realised no one was coming to save her. Her husband hadn’t even noticed she was missing. As she lay in that abandoned factory, trembling in pain, all illusions crumbled.

She was done waiting for love from a man who treated her like dirt.

This time, she would save herself. And when she returned, it wouldn’t be as the pitiful Mrs. Shen, but as a woman reborn from ashes – with a heart no longer beating for Shen Xiao.

But will he realise her worth only when it’s too late?

Love After Divorce: Her Second Chance

"Should I inform Master Shen?" Aunt Mei asked in a hushed, hesitant voice, "He… he might want to know…"

"No...." Yueyao shook her head weakly, her smile turning bitter, "Don't disturb him."

She knew him. He was unfeeling and uncaring towards her. Nothing... not her tears, not her pain, not even a dying child, would move him.

Aunt Mei lowered her gaze, wiping tears from the corner of her eyes before she turned and quietly left the room, closing the door softly behind her.

Silence fell once again over the ward. Only the rhythmic beeping of the cardiac monitor and the soft hiss of oxygen flowing through the nasal cannula filled the emptiness around her.

Yueyao turned her head slowly toward the window, gazing at the dawn light creeping across the sky. Her vision blurred as fresh tears gathered, slipping sideways into her hair. Her chest felt hollow, carved out of all hope and warmth.

She didn't know how long she lay like that, listening to her own fragile breathing, when she heard the door creak open again.

Her eyes snapped open instantly, tears pooling as she turned her head toward the small, familiar voice.

Shen Xuan stood there in his blue school uniform, clutching the strap of his backpack tightly with his tiny hands.

His dark eyes looked enormous under his fringe as he stood frozen at the door, staring at her pale form on the hospital bed.

"Xuan'er…" Her voice came out as a choked whisper, raw from the intubation tube that had been down her throat. "Baby… come here."

She lifted her shaking arm, IV lines taped firmly into her vein, desperate to feel his small warmth in her arms. Desperate to hold on to the only life that tethered her to this earth.

But Shen Xuan didn't move. He stood there quietly, his expression blank, eerily calm for a child of only four.

After a moment, he tilted his head slightly, his cold eyes unwavering as he asked softly, "Mother… can you divorce Father?"

Yueyao's outstretched hand froze in midair. Her eyes widened, her chest tightening painfully at his words.

"Why… why would you say that?" she asked, her voice trembling, unable to believe what she had just heard from him.

Shen Xuan's clear eyes blinked at her calmly. "Because… if you leave, you won't cry anymore. You won't be sad, and you can live your life."

Yueyao's tears fell freely. She pulled her hand back and covered her mouth to stifle a sob.

She had been so careful around him, trying to hide her pain, her tears, her desperation… but still, he had seen through everything.

Her four-year-old son had seen through her suffering. Even a child could tell that her marriage was nothing but an endless graveyard for her dignity and hope.

But she still forced a smile, her lips trembling, and whispered, "It's okay, Xuan'er. As long as you are here, Mommy will be okay… You are my world."

Outside the ward, Shen Xiao stood silently by the doorway. His gaze flickered when he heard her words, but his expression remained cold as frost.

Lin Yueyao gently reached out and ruffled Shen Xuan's soft hair, feeling the silky strands slip through her weak, trembling fingers. Her throat ached as she asked softly, "Why would you say that, Xuan'er?"

She tried to reassure him. He was still a child who needed both of his parents present in his life, even if their marriage was crumbling into dust; she didn't mind sacrificing everything for him. "Don't worry. Mommy won't divorce Daddy."

Chapter 10; Don't worry....