I decided to let my husband be with his lover and chose divorce, but he begged me in tears not to leave novel

Dr.

Harrisonsawmynervousnessandgavemeareassuringsmile,thenloweredhisheadto look atthemedicalrecords.

Lastnight,Idiscussedwithseveralchiefphysiciansfrom thesurgerydepartmentandweunanimouslyrecommend: Mr.Gronaneedsto receivecustomizedrehabilitationtherapygoing forward, otherwiseit willbeverydifficulttorecoverto hispreviousstate .

Itsjustthat thecost isabit high,about150,000 per month .

150,000 wasanastronomical figure for me now , but Ididnt hesitate toopen my mouth : Weaccept thetreatment.

Dr.

Harrison closed themedical records and was about to speak whena cold voice sounded from across : Grona .

It was Arlo .

Arlo wasdressed in business attire ,looking like hehad come from the company .

He walked towards us , his calfskin shoes making crisp sounds on the hallway floor .

Shortly after , Arlo came up to them and extended hishand , his voice lazy with a hint of contempt .

Why arent you staying properly at home ? What are you doing here ? Guessing he probably hadnt had time to go home for several days in a row , having been by someone elses side , I couldnt help but feel a wave of weariness .

Not wanting to show a black face in front of others ,I could only turn to leave .

Arlo saw me leave and followed .

We walked towards the ward togetherneitherof usspeaking 17:02Mon,Dec30u < 63% ♡fo Ever since I wanted adivorce , I no longer carefully tried to please him and make him happy like before .

Near the warddoor , Arlo suddenly grabbed my hand ,trapping me between himself and thewall.

Hisgaze wascomplex , hisvoice hoarse : What did you talk about with him ? I wantedto break free , but Arloused abit more force and I was pressed back again .

Arlo , thisis a hospital .

I know , of course .

Arlodidnt budge .He pressed hisbody tightly against mine .

His facewas also pressed close to my ear , his voice carrying a hint of danger .

I guessed his hidden thoughts .As the CEO of Brown Group , Withstatus and position , he wouldnt allow hiswife to be too close to other men .

I smiled bitterly : Arlo , I dont have your filthy thoughts .Idont have that mood either .

Rest assured , before we divorce , I wont get involved with anyone else .

Aftersaying that , I pushed him away and turned to enter the ward .

Arlo followed , pushing open the door .

As soon as he entered , he frowned : Its actually not even a private room .

My stepmother brought over a chair , speaking softly : Sit down quickly .Ill have Grona cut some fruit for you .

For the sake of my dads health , Icould only reluctantly serve Arlo .