My Ex-Wife with Multiple Identities

"Let's divorce."

Three years of marriage could hardly change this man's reticence.

You could feel nothing human in his tone.

Standing behind John Anthony, gazing up at his tall, straight back and ruthless face reflected on the French window, a sense of desperation overwhelmed Mary Smith.

Her hanging trembling hands silently curled into fists.

The most fearsome word for her  was finally spoken out.

The man turned around so that his face became clearer.

It was such a handsome face with a perfect edge that could still make Mary's heart thump violently after facing it day and night for three years.

"Is this necessary?"

Mary murmured in a miserable tone, her eyes were filled up with a mix of shaky tears and little hope.

John winced, his sight wandered the woman's face for a while, finally stopped at her red eyes.

Then he frowned.

Face without makeup had little impact on her enviable beauty.

Differing from those stunning beauties with heavy makeup, she was glowing with natural charm.

Her skin was white, pure, and flawless, just like a delicate lotus that everyone wants to take care of.

She stood there and watched him with her clear and hasty eyes, full of begging.

A mole under her right eye added to her soft vulnerability, she was such a harmless girl that you couldn't help but want to protect her.

But for John, Mary Smith was no more than a dull woman.

As a wife, she has done nothing wrong, but he just didn't love her.

Three years ago, she came to him in the darkest moment of his life.

He was lying on the bed with high paraplegia at that time. The doctor said that he might never be able to stand up again. 

But this nurse told him that the words of the doctor were not always right.

Under his indifferent attitude and ill-temper, she gently took care of his daily life and helped him recover from high paraplegia in the end.

When John's mother forced him to choose a wife, he casually pointed at her among the crowd of nurses.

She promised without hesitation.

"Thanks for your company and consideration in the past three years. This check was your compensation."

During speaking, Mary could see little emotion in his eyes, let alone a trivial trace of love for her."Or, if you want anything else..."

"Why?"

Mary interrupted him for the first time. Her red eyes reflected a trace of persistence and...unwillingness, "Why now?"

Tomorrow would be their third anniversary of marriage. She has made a lot of plans for it before three months. She was even under the illusion that there would be the Sixth anniversary after that, and then the Ninth, when they experienced the Sixtieth anniversary of their marriage, John would become her true husband in every aspect.

"As you can see, you are not my true love."

The man's cold tone revealed his extreme indifference, he refused to leave her even a glimmer of hope, "Cindy is back, she is the one and the only one."

Mary seemed to be struck by lightning, her thin body couldn't bear the strike.

She shivered with disappointment.

The marriage she has striven for three years was effortlessly ruined by a simple sentence--"Cindy is back"

"Sir..."

The housekeeper hurried to report him, "Miss Jones just vomited up all the food she just ate, I even saw blood!"

There was finally a change in John's everlasting cold face. He ignored Mary and rushed to the guest room where Cindy Jones lived.

His deep voice sounded, "Prepare the car as soon as possible."

Not after a while, John rushed out of that room with a woman in his arms. The woman was slender and sickly, covered with a thin embroidered blanket, which was embroidered by Mary herself.

How ridiculous! Her husband hugged a woman and covered the woman's body with the blanket made by his wife!

Cindy's face was pale and sickly as if she would disappear from this world at any time. Huddled herself in John's arms, she uttered her voice which was so weak that people could barely hear, "John, Mary..."

John stopped at the corner of the stairs as if he just remembered that there was still a woman in his house. "The lawyer will tell you about the details of the divorce. Please move out of here within three days."

Then, he lifted the woman in his arms and went downstairs without mercy.

He was even not willing to hear her answer.

Mary stood at the top of the stairs while Cindy Jones was lying in John's arms.

She watched Mary with a triumphant pose in John's blind zone.

Just an hour ago, this sick woman talked to her with a mockery smile. "Now that I am back, you should return him to me."

Just like the hostess of this house.

Watching their figures disappear completely, Mary seemed to lose all her strength.

She slowly cowered down in the corner, tears dripping from her eyelids silently. She could feel nothing but cold, both physically and mentally.

Ten years...

Counting from the day he rescued her from hell, she has silently followed him and fallen in love with him for ten years. How many ten years in one's life can be spent so lavishly?

But he doesn't love her at all. Even though she served him in the most humble gesture, John still refused to accept her.

"John, this is the last time I cry for you."

Mary wiped away her tears and stood up from the ground. That delicate and fragile Mary Smith was dead, instead, a resolute lady called Mary James was resurrected.

"Time to leave."

The divorce agreement was put in a conspicuous place on the bedside table of the master bedroom.

Mary directly turned to the last page and saw that familiar signature. Her eyes flashed, then she rubbed the name "John Anthony" carefully, and her nose soured again.

She sucked her nose and choked back her upcoming tears.

Without reluctance, she picked up the pen and signed her name--Mary Smith.

Since everything started with this name, she decided to use it in the end.

Mary left John a finely carved seal made of jade. It took her nearly a year to finish the whole process from selecting material, purchasing jade, and carving. This was the third-anniversary gift she meticulously prepared for him.

In fact, she has given him many gifts in the past three years, all of which were carefully prepared and priceless. But their final destination turned out to be left idle in the closet. Some unlucky ones were even directly thrown into the trash can, just like her sincere heart to him.

As soon as she walked out of the house, a black limousine stopped on the side of the road.

Mary got into the car and said: "I'm divorced."

The handsome driver smiled heartily, "Congratulations."

He passed Mary a laptop," It's time to find yourself back, Mary James."