After three years of marriage, Wendy Stewart was used to Michael Lucas's sarcastic remarks, his frequent threats about getting divorced, and even his indulgence of a mistress. She thought that she could bear with this her entire life, until she accidentally got pregnant with a child that Michael did not want. Finally despondent, Wendy signed the divorce agreement and left. She thought they could have parted ways forever, but Michael refused to stop looking for her after the divorce. When they met again, she was the world's top designer. Smiling sweetly at her ex-husband, she said, "My dear, we're already divorced." Michael simply stared at her coldly, "Tell me, what will it take for us to reconcile?"
Wendy sat on the bed, all curled up. She buried her head on her knees.
In the darkness surrounding her, she could not hold back her tears anymore. She bit her lips hard so as not to make any sounds. No matter how much she tried to fight back, her tears did not stop flowing. Her patient gown was wet on the knees.
Michael had been peeping in between the door crack. He was worried sick. He looked anxiously at Wendy. He wanted to go back into the ward to be by her side, but he held back after her hysterical behavior earlier, forcing him to leave.
Mr. York stood behind Michael. He raised his hand, wanting to give a pat on his shoulder, but his hand stopped mid-air and he let out a quiet sigh.
Time passed. Wendy had been alone in the ward for over an hour. She had not moved at all from her curled-up position.