Three days later, Saint Mercy Hospital held an emergency board meeting.

Everyone thought the meeting was about the hospital’s future expansion plan.

Nobody knew it was about the future of the man who had been sitting in the highest position for five years.

Alistair Gu arrived early.

He wore his usual expensive suit.

Calm.

Confident.

The same expression he always had when entering a meeting.

Because in his mind, everything still belonged to him.

The hospital.

The reputation.

The power.

Even me.

He believed that after my anger disappeared, I would forgive him like before.

He believed Rosalie Varenne was only an emotional problem.

He never imagined that the person who could decide his fate was the woman he had ignored.

Me.

When I entered the conference room, everyone stood up.

Alistair looked surprised.

“Rosalie?”

I sat at the head position.

The position that belonged to the main shareholder.

His expression slowly changed.

“Why are you sitting there?”

I looked at him calmly.

“Because I have the right to.”

The room became silent.

The board members exchanged looks.

Alistair frowned.

“What are you talking about?”

I placed a folder on the table.

“Saint Mercy Hospital’s financial audit.”

His face changed slightly.

“What audit?”

“The one started three days ago.”

For the first time, panic appeared in his eyes.

“You investigated me?”

I looked at him.

“No.”

“I investigated the hospital.”

“And unfortunately, the person causing the biggest problems happened to be you.”

The screen behind me turned on.

Flight records appeared.

Eleven helicopter missions.

Dates.

Locations.

Approval signatures.

Alistair’s name appeared repeatedly.

The room became completely silent.

One director stood up.

“Mr. Gu…”

“Can you explain these records?”

Alistair immediately looked at me.

“You knew?”

I didn’t answer.

Because his reaction already gave everyone the answer.

He wasn’t shocked that the records existed.

He was shocked that I discovered them.

“Those flights were necessary.”

His voice became defensive.

“Some were for hospital image.”

“Some were related to important people.”

I opened another document.

“Hospital image?”

I looked at him.

“Then explain why a medical helicopter was used to transport a dog.”

The entire room froze.

Alistair’s face turned pale.

“That was not…”

He stopped.

Because there was no explanation.

A hospital helicopter.

A resource designed to save lives.

Was used because Corinne Lin’s pet needed attention.

While my mother was trapped on a highway.

While I begged him.

While he told me I was exaggerating.

I looked at him.

“Do you remember that day?”

His expression changed.

“Rosalie…”

“You said you couldn’t mobilize a helicopter every time my family got scared.”

My voice remained calm.

“But you mobilized it for someone else’s dog.”

No one spoke.

Because some truths did not need shouting.

They were already cruel enough.

Alistair lowered his voice.

“You are my wife.”

“I thought you would understand.”

I almost laughed.

Understand?

For five years, I understood everything.

I understood his late nights.

His pressure.

His responsibilities.

His ambition.

I understood until I disappeared.

But he never tried to understand me.

Not even once.

“Alistair.”

I looked directly at him.

“You keep saying I should understand you.”

“But did you ever try to understand why I stopped calling you?”

His eyes moved.

“Why I stopped asking where you went?”

“Why I stopped being angry?”

The room was silent.

“Because I finally understood.”

“You don’t need a wife.”

“You need someone who quietly accepts everything you do.”

His face became ugly.

“Are you saying you want a divorce?”

I looked at the papers beside me.

“Yes.”

The word fell gently.

But it destroyed him.

Because he expected anger.

Not this calm.

Not this certainty.

“You don’t mean that.”

His voice became lower.

“Rosalie.”

“You are just hurt.”

I shook my head.

“No.”

“I’m finally clear.”

At that moment, the conference room door opened.

Corinne Lin walked in.

Everyone looked at her.

She seemed confused.

“Alistair, what happened?”

Then she saw the documents on the table.

Her expression changed.

“Why is everyone looking at me?”

Nobody answered.

Because the truth was already there.

Alistair immediately stood up.

“Corinne, leave first.”

But she didn’t move.

She looked at me.

Then smiled softly.

“Mrs. Gu.”

“I think this is just a misunderstanding.”

I stared at her.

“Is it?”

She lowered her eyes.

“I never asked him to do those things.”

“Maybe.”

I nodded.

“But you accepted them.”

Her expression froze.

Because that was the difference.

She didn’t have to force anything.

Alistair chose.

Every single time.

He chose her.

And now he had to live with those choices.

One month later, the investigation results were announced.

Alistair was removed from his position.

The hospital began restructuring.

The helicopter operation was returned to its original purpose.

Saving people.

Not serving personal relationships.

As for my marriage…

The divorce was completed quietly.

No arguments.

No revenge.

No dramatic scenes.

Just two signatures.

Five years ended.

After signing, Alistair stood outside the courthouse.

He looked exhausted.

“Rosalie.”

I stopped.

“I lost everything.”

I looked at him.

“No.”

“You lost the things you thought would always belong to you.”

He lowered his head.

“Did you ever love me?”

I was silent for a moment.

Then answered:

“Yes.”

His eyes lifted.

“But I loved you so much that I forgot to love myself.”

“And I won’t make that mistake again.”

I walked away.

This time, he didn’t chase me.

Because he finally understood.

The woman who once begged him to save her mother…

Was the same woman who had the power to save his entire hospital.

But when he chose not to save what mattered to her…

She stopped saving him too.

And that was the moment Alistair Gu lost the only person who had truly stood beside him.