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Chapter 9 

The white walls of the hospital hurt my eyes. 

After Nicole had finished the blood transfusion, the doctor insisted that she stay in the hospital for observation. However, Cruz never came to see 

her once. 

The phone kept vibrating, it was a photo sent by Angela. 

The photo of Cruz feeding her porridge. 

A photo of Cruz standing by the sickbed. 

When Cruz was asleep, she stole a photo of him kissing his cheek. 

Nicole deleted one by one, her heart no longer wavering. 

When the heart dies completely, even the sense of pain will disappear. 

On the last day of the waiting period, Nicole woke up early. 

The sunlight streamed in through the curtains as she packed the last piece of clothing into her suitcase. 

The plane tickets to Paris lay quietly in the bag, for the flight at three in the afternoon. 

At that moment, the doorbell suddenly rang. 

Cruz stood at the doorway, dressed sharply in a suit, as if he had just returned from an important meeting. 

“Angela is out of danger,” he cut to the chase. “I promised to accompany you to withdraw the application, and I will keep my word.” 

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Nicole quietly watched him. 

“However,” Cruz added, “if you make the same mistake again next time, I will still bring up divorce.” 

Nicole suddenly felt like laughing. 

There will be no next time. 

She was about to embark on her own journey of life. 

Along 

ng the way, the two of them remained silent. 

Nicole tightened her grip on the bag strap until the car stopped in front of 

the courthouse. 

“We’re here,” Cruz unbuckled his seatbelt, “Hurry up, I still need to go to the hospital to see Angela.” 

Nicole looked at the familiar glass doors of the courthouse, 

absentmindedly running her fingertips along the edge of her phone. 

She needed to find a way to distract Cruz and make sure he didn’t follow 

them inside. 

“I…” 

Just as he started speaking, Cruz’s phone began to ring. 

“Angela?” he frowned as he picked up the phone, “What’s wrong? Don’t cry, I’ll be right over.” 

Hanging up the phone, Cruz turned to Nicole and said, “Angela is feeling unstable, I need to go over there first. You go in and cancel the application yourself, and let me know when it’s done.” 

Nicole lowered her eyelashes, hiding the relief in her eyes: “Okay.” 

She watched as Cruz’s car sped away, then turned and walked into the courthouse. 

The familiar clerk greeted with a smile, “Ms. Quinn, coming to withdraw your application again?” 

“No.” Nicole took out the prepared documents from her bag, “I came to pick up the Divorce Certificate today.” 

When she got home, Nicole placed the Divorce Certificate belonging to Cruz on the coffee table and picked up the already packed suitcase. 

The closing sound of the door was very soft, but it felt like a knife, completely cutting off seven years of infatuation. 

On the way to the airport, the sun was shining brightly. 

Nicole rolled down the car window, closed her eyes slowly, and felt the taste of freedom in the air. 

Goodbye, Cruz. 

This time, I really didn’t want you anymore.