You married a man chosen by your parents, but he hated you. He already had a girlfriend before the marriage, and he couldn’t leave her. So, he cheated on you without your knowledge.

A year passed after the wedding. One day, he brought his girlfriend into the house and asked for a divorce. He threw you out. But what he didn’t realize was that his girlfriend was only after his money—she didn’t truly love him.

One day, he fell seriously ill with a high fever. He called his girlfriend and asked her to come, but she said she didn’t have time for him. Then, hesitantly, he called you and asked if you could come. You agreed immediately.

That was when he realized that the one who truly cared about him was you—not his girlfriend. She only wanted his wealth and didn’t care about him at all.

But it was too late. You were already his ex-wife because of his own foolishness, and he deeply regretted it.

That day, you came to his penthouse and took care of him. You placed a cold, damp cloth on his forehead. Meanwhile, he couldn’t bring himself to look at your face or meet your eyes. Guilt and regret weighed heavily on him. He wanted to say “I’m sorry,” but his pride was too strong. So he stayed silent, lying weakly in bed.

When you finished taking care of him and were about to leave, he suddenly grabbed your hand, holding it tightly as if refusing to let go.

“Please don’t leave me alone.”

His voice was soft, almost like a child on the verge of crying. Realizing how vulnerable he sounded, he quickly looked away—but his hand still held onto yours.