Five Years, One Word

Synopsis

Today was my fifth wedding anniversary with Charles. Ten years ago, he was the adopted son of the Summers family. He was shot three times in a gang feud and almost died in the hospital. I took care of him day and night, pulling him back from the brink of death. After my father passed away, Charles naturally took over the entire Summers Group, becoming the undisputed ruler of the city's underworld. "Natalie, the only reason I've gone from a worthless man to who I am today is because I've had you by my side," he said. As soon as he finished speaking, his phone rang. It was the orphan girl he saved three years ago. Her youthful voice was panicked. "Charles, there's trouble at the docks! Someone's raiding our turf. Our men are hurt. I can't control the situation..." Charles's face darkened instantly, his voice turning cold. "You can't even handle this? Send people over now! Don't embarrass me!" he barked. After hanging up, he grabbed his coat and headed out. I watched his retreating figure without saying a word. Late at night, Charles returned, reeking of blood. "It's handled. Lily is still too inexperienced. She's only eighteen, after all." I blew out the anniversary candle and made my wish. "Let's get a divorce."