Chapter 3

"Liam!"

Sophia pushed the door open without knocking.

Liam immediately jumped back from me.

Sophia gave an apologetic smile.

"Oops, sorry to interrupt you and Amelia, but I really couldn't help it! I'm a little confused about this prescription…"

Liam, without a backward glance, walked towards her, took the patient's chart from her hand, and patiently asked her what she didn't understand.

Sophia deliberately pressed close to him. The two of them whispered together right in front of me, forming their own little bubble.

Then Sophia linked arms with Liam and walked out. The moment she closed the door, she turned back and gave me a taunting smile.

Thump.

The empty office was filled only with the sound of my breathing.

The next second, the necklace on my wrist fell, the chain broke, and the pendant shattered on the floor.

Out of nowhere.

It was the gift Liam gave me on our first wedding anniversary. He'd said then that he hoped our relationship, like the necklace, would be a lifetime of completeness.

I stood in silence for a long time, then, ignoring the pain of the tiny cuts, I carefully gathered the fragments. Along with the last shred of my hesitation for us, I tossed them into the trash.

After firmly telling Dr. Evans my decision to resign, I returned to my clinic to hand over my remaining work.

My colleague, Ashley, who was taking over, was usually quite friendly with me and seemed genuinely sad to hear the news.

"Amelia, are you really leaving?"

"Then I'll have to watch those two flirting in front of me every day!"

Following her gaze, I saw Liam explaining a prescription to Sophia.

Sophia seemed a bit unhappy, apparently having been gently scolded by Liam. To cheer her up, Liam magically produced a Cartier bracelet from somewhere. She immediately brightened up and put it on.

Then, she met my eyes and stood up, flustered.

"Amelia, Liam and I aren't really anything. This isn't anything special!"

Her words immediately drew everyone's attention to us, their eyes darting between her and me.

In seven years of marriage, Liam had never given me anything expensive, and they all, like Liam, thought I came from an ordinary family and didn't recognize designer brands.

Everyone felt sorry for me.

Even Ashley, standing next to me, was indignant.

"You're his wife! They're treating you like an absolute fool!"

I gently squeezed her hand, shaking my head repeatedly, signaling her not to get into a heated argument. Then I looked back at Sophia.

"That bracelet is beautiful. It suits you well."

Sophia, not seeing me get angry, continued, somewhat unwillingly.

"Amelia, it's really nothing special, don't be mad."

I just felt confused.

Mad? There was no need. I had plenty of bracelets like that, though they were all back at my home in Washington.

Liam stood up upon hearing my words, frowning as he scolded me.

"Amelia, don't be so unreasonable."

I sighed, shaking my head.

"I'm really not angry. You two should stop making wild guesses about me."

My tone was calm. Liam seemed surprised, then scoffed.

"You better not be."

He then pulled Sophia down to sit beside him.

Ashley couldn't help but ask me.

"Are you really just going to let them off the hook?"

I shrugged while organizing patient records.

"Yeah, because as far as I'm concerned, I've already decided to divorce him."

Seven birthday parties, not one complete. I was tired of it.