"Urgent Notice! Urgent Notice! A peacekeeper's been critically injured on the front line. We need help, stat!" Olivia Smith quickly threw on her combat gear, grabbed a first aid kit, and headed out with her team.
Dodging through the smoke-filled battlefield, they carefully avoided enemy fire. As they got closer to Michael Johnson's position, the shelling kept coming, making things super dangerous.
Seeing Michael just ahead but unable to get closer because of the ongoing fire, Olivia took a deep breath, strapped on the medical pack, and crawled forward.
Finally, she made it to Michael's side. His leg was a mess, blood pouring out. Olivia took another deep breath, cleaned the wound, stopped the bleeding, and wrapped it up as best as she could.
"Michael, Michael, stay awake! Don't pass out!" Olivia's voice cut through the chaos, reaching Michael.
Through the pain and the smoke, Michael felt a strange sense of calm. Olivia's voice seemed to ease his pain a bit. He tried to see her face clearly, but his vision was too blurry from the blood. Michael felt himself being moved, then everything went black.
"Mr. Johnson, Mr. Johnson, wake up." A sharp, decisive male voice broke through, followed by more shaking. Michael instinctively overpowered the man beside him, pinning him to the desk.
"Mr. Johnson, it's me." Michael's secretary, David Jones, stopped resisting after a moment. Michael had been a peacekeeper on the battlefield, always on high alert. David knew him well enough to just be restrained; a stranger might not have been so lucky.
"What is it?" Michael let go of David, glancing out the floor-to-ceiling window and shaking his head.
Back in the bustling city, Michael couldn't help but think of those battlefield days. 'Is that female medic still alive?' he wondered.
Michael turned to David. "Did you handle what I asked?"
"It's done." David handed him a folder. Through the clear cover, Michael could see the divorce agreement inside.
"As per your instructions, Mrs. Johnson will get a villa and $20 million. Just sign here, and you can start the divorce process." David paused, then added, "Mr. Johnson, honestly, Mrs. Johnson really cares about you. We all see it."
"Enough!" Michael snapped, grabbing the divorce papers and heading out. David had to jog to keep up.
The city's lights sparkled in the night, with the occasional car horn breaking the silence. Michael walked through the familiar door.
The living room light cast a soft glow, highlighting the cozy sofa. Michael's eyes were drawn to the figure curled up on it. Olivia was asleep, her face peaceful, her soft breathing the only sound in the quiet night.
Michael couldn't help but think of the female medic's voice. It was oddly similar to Olivia's. He chuckled to himself. Olivia was just a simple girl from the countryside. If it weren't for his grandfather Robert Johnson's fondness for her, their paths would never have crossed. So he didn't think she was the decisive medic on the battlefield.
The table was set with a spread of delicious dishes, steam rising and mingling with a faint aroma, a testament to Olivia's feelings.
Michael felt a strange sensation in his heart. He resented Olivia, but because of Robert, he had to marry her. Now that the three-year period was over, he had fulfilled his promise to Robert and could divorce her to marry Grace Hernandez.
As for Olivia, he wasn't leaving her empty-handed. A villa and $20 million were more than enough for her to live comfortably. Since he had decided to divorce, there should be no further complications.
Michael didn't want to disturb Olivia, so he let her sleep on the sofa. As he pushed the bedroom door open, the sound woke Olivia. She rubbed her eyes and looked up. When she saw Michael, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes. "You're back. I thought you were working late again tonight."
"You don't need to wait for me," Michael said coldly.
"It's okay," Olivia replied gently but firmly. She sat up, revealing a warm smile. "I like waiting for you."
"Olivia, our three-year agreement is over." Michael didn't beat around the bush. "Let's get a divorce."
Olivia was stunned, her heart sinking. "Does Grandpa know you want to divorce me?"
"What difference does it make if he doesn't?"
Olivia felt like her heart was being ripped apart, tears welling up in her eyes. She couldn't believe this was happening, like a bad dream she couldn't wake up from.
"Michael, are you really set on divorcing me?" Olivia's voice trembled, despite her efforts to stay calm. She couldn't believe that after three years of trying, she still couldn't win Michael's heart.
"I'm done, Olivia." Michael waved her off, not even bothering to listen. "Marrying you was a mistake from the start. You knew I was rebelling against Grandpa, and you knew I had someone I loved. Now that the three years are up and Grace is back from Celestria, I'm going to marry her. So, I want a divorce."
"Grace." The name was like a dagger to Olivia's heart. "Yes, Grace, who grew up with you. Compared to her, I'm nothing."
"As long as you understand that." Michael's voice was cold and firm, no hesitation.
"I don't want a divorce, Michael! Are our past three years so easily discarded?" Olivia lunged forward, blocking him, tears streaming down her face. She pleaded, "I love you, Michael. I still want to be your wife, even if you have no feelings for me."
"A marriage without love is not what I want." Michael's voice carried a hint of weariness. He placed the divorce agreement on the table. "I've signed it. You should too, as soon as possible. Before Grace returns, I want all the legal procedures completed."
With that, Michael turned and headed to the bedroom. "As compensation, I'll give you $20 million and a villa in Crystal Haven. After all, if you have no assets, I can't explain it to Grandpa."
That sentence, like a sharp blade, completely severed the connection between Michael and Olivia. Olivia was utterly heartbroken, tears uncontrollably streaming down. She turned away, unable to look at him any longer, her heart filled with helplessness and despair.
As the door closed completely, Olivia's frail body could barely stand. She clung to the edge of the table, whispering through her tears, "Michael, can we not get a divorce?"Olivia's murmurs were drowned out by the ringing of a phone inside the house, unheard by anyone. The night passed in silence.
Morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a golden glow over everything. But when Michael walked out of the bedroom, he was greeted by an empty home. Olivia's familiar presence was gone, along with the warm aroma of breakfast. Only a few cold dishes and an empty breakfast bowl on the table remained, a stark reminder that the home had lost its former warmth.
Michael frowned, a wave of unease rising in his chest. He instinctively walked to the kitchen, hoping to find something Olivia had left behind. But the fridge contained only a few fruits and vegetables, and the lavish breakfast Olivia usually prepared for him was conspicuously absent. He felt a pang of emptiness, realizing that what he had lost was not just the delicious food, but the Olivia who had tirelessly cared for him.
"Good morning, Mr. Johnson." David's voice pulled him from his thoughts. David had a professional smile on his face, yet at that moment, it only caused Michael a pang of discomfort.
"Morning," Michael responded curtly, his complex emotions leaving him no room to focus on other matters. Just then, David's words hit him like a bolt from the blue.
"Mrs. Johnson's already left," David said softly.
Michael's expression darkened, memories of his time with Olivia flooding his mind. The Olivia who always quietly took care of him, never complaining, had left.
"So eager to leave?" Michael felt a suffocating sensation, thinking he should feel relieved, but instead, he couldn't hide his regret. He remembered Olivia's tear-filled eyes, her despair.
Suddenly, Michael realized that he hadn't heard anything from the bedroom all night. He thought, 'Did Olivia leave without packing her things? Does she really think she can come back later?'
David seemed to sense Michael's confusion and explained, "Mrs. Johnson didn't take anything. She left me a small notebook and was picked up by a black sedan."
Michael scanned the living room, spotting a signed divorce agreement on the table, stained with tears. He didn't expect that Olivia, who was in tears last night, would leave so eagerly this morning!
Michael felt betrayed, irritably asking David, "David, find out whose car it was!"
"Yes, Mr. Johnson." Five minutes later, David said, "Mr. Johnson, I've found out. It was the car of Samuel Harris, CEO of Stellar Innovations Group!"
'Olivia, a girl from the countryside with no money or background, has no social connections in the past three years with me, yet she manages to hook up with the heir of the Harris family?' Michael thought to himself, 'Did she already find a new date so quickly?'
"Mr. Johnson, did you really propose a divorce to Mrs. Johnson today?" David asked tentatively.