The Withering of Love

"Ms. Spencer, your condition is extremely rare. If you don't seek treatment soon, it could be life-threatening."

In the hospital room, the doctor handed a diagnostic report confirming Kallmann syndrome to Yanny Spencer. "I'm sorry, our medical capabilities here are limited. I've heard there are relevant treatment options in Novaria. You need to discuss this with your family as soon as possible and make a decision."

Yanny took the thick stack of reports, her fingertips trembling uncontrollably.

She hesitated for a long time before dialing her husband, Ethan Smith.

The phone rang for a long while unanswered. Just as she was about to give up, the call was suddenly picked up, the background somewhat noisy.

"Is something wrong?" Ethan's tone was impatient.

Just as Yanny was about to speak, a delicate female voice came from the other end of the line, "Ethan, can I wear your bathrobe?"

Her heart sank abruptly. Was Ethan with another woman again?

"You can," Ethan replied, then said to Yanny on the phone, "I'm busy with something. I'm hanging up."

He ended the call hastily.

Ethan was a germaphobe and never let outsiders touch his things.

Now he was letting this woman wear his bathrobe, which spoke volumes about their relationship.

Yanny stood stunned, holding the phone for a long time, feeling only exhaustion.

In her three years of marriage, incidents like this had happened more than once.

She and Ethan were in a business marriage. When her grandfather had told her that her marriage partner was Ethan, she had been overjoyed for a long time.

Because she had a long-standing secret crush on Ethan, marrying him was something Yanny hadn't even dared to hope for in her wildest dreams.

However, married life was not a continuation of happiness but the beginning of a nightmare.

For three years, Ethan had been cool and distant with her, while frequently being linked to other women in scandals.

Everyone in their high-society circle secretly mocked her for being Mrs. Smith in name only.

Ethan frequently had affairs with other women and never shied away from letting Yanny know.

Whenever Yanny confronted him, Ethan would just look at her coldly, a disdainful smirk on his lips. "Yanny, this is just a business marriage. You're overstepping your bounds."

From the initial pain and suffering, she had gradually grown numb.

She knew very well that Ethan was deliberately humiliating her.

Yanny returned home, utterly crestfallen.

As soon as she entered, she saw her mother-in-law, Bianca Johnson, sitting on the living room sofa with a grim expression.

"You're finally back?" The moment Bianca saw her, she threw several photos onto the coffee table. "Look at what you've done! You can't even keep your own husband in check. Is this how you act as Mrs. Smith? Useless!"

Yanny glanced at the photos. They were intimate pictures of Ethan and a young woman on the deck of a private yacht.

The woman was wearing the very dark gray silk bathrobe Ethan often wore, caught perfectly by the paparazzi.

Bianca looked at her coldly. "I don't care what you have to do, just make this news disappear immediately! Ethan is about to preside over an important overseas merger and acquisition. There can't be any negative news affecting the group's stock price and his image!"

Yanny lowered her head and said softly, "I know, Mom."

Every time Ethan was involved in a scandal, Bianca never blamed her own son but shifted all the responsibility onto her and made her handle it.

"I really don't understand why Mother insisted on you being her granddaughter-in-law. You're clearly good for nothing," Bianca muttered disdainfully before getting up and leaving.