Chapter 10

The first thing I did after becoming full-time was to praise Alexander Vance in front of his colleagues and superiors.

I spoke of how he didn’t mind my cancer, how he didn’t mind the high treatment costs, and how he was a good man willing to support his family.

I even wrote a touching thank-you article for him on social media.

These accolades earned Alexander Vance goodwill and a promotion, and allowed me to live a fairly decent life.

All the physical tasks were handled by hired help and errands.

I had one or two pieces of the season’s expensive new styles, and money was never scarce.

After all, my friend Sophia is the sister of his company’s boss.

Whenever attending company events, Alexander Vance always ensured I looked glamorous and was praised by everyone.

Apart from caring for Theodore Vance’s daily needs, I devoted all my time to myself.

Every morning, I did yoga stretches, basked in the sun, and ate clean.

In the afternoons, I played tennis with Sophia and attended book clubs.

In the evenings, I read picture books, soaked my feet, and went to bed early.

I attended every expensive rehabilitation session punctually.

The atmosphere at home was much more harmonious than before.

Alexander Vance often smiled contentedly at this.

I always smiled warmly, never having conflicts with Alexander Vance.

Most of his requests were handled by the help, with occasional personal efforts.

Alexander Vance thought that after becoming full-time, I became dependent on him and cautious.

In reality, I was just mentally detached, not invested in the situation.

For five years, I focused on physical recovery, mental peace, and accompanying Theodore Vance.

Recently, I finally received the diagnosis confirming my cure.

In contrast, the divorce proposed by Alexander Vance seemed insignificant.

Only physical and mental health are real, allowing me to stand up and face the world again.

As for my fifteen-year relationship and ten-year marriage with Alexander Vance.

I accepted it.

That’s how it ended.

Even though we once shared life and hardships.

This marriage became guarded, never sincere, turning unbearable yet ordinary.

“You’ve had such a tough time these ten years.”

Ellie looked at me with tears in her eyes, the mole at the corner of her eye as vivid as my mother’s, “Eleanor Vance, I will help you with the divorce.”

Clearly, I’m fifteen years older than her.

The young girl, resembling both my mother and a goddess, bent down to embrace me tightly, soothing my soul.

The night view outside the floor-to-ceiling window behind her was the same as that day.

Neon lights flashed in colorful brilliance, reaching the peak of splendor.

Yet I no longer fell, slowly stopping, gently landing.

No longer feeling any sadness or fear.

I thought heaven sent me to save my past self from foolishness.

Turns out, she was sent to save me.

In the end, I saved myself from the trials of this world.