During this period, she gained fame by frequently solving medical problems and publishing several papers in internationally renowned medical journals. After returning, she quickly became a top neurosurgeon in the country.
In the following years, although we couldn't return to our former loving state, we maintained a respectful and courteous relationship in front of others, still considered a perfect couple by societal standards.
Until a few years later, I developed a brain tumor.
The biopsy showed it was benign and could be removed with surgery.
It wasn't a complicated surgery, and with Arianna personally performing it, there shouldn't have been any surprises.
But unexpectedly, as I lay there waiting for the anesthesia to take effect, she held the scalpel and finally revealed her long-hidden true face.
She leaned close to my ear and calmly, as if discussing the weather, said, "Do you know how cruel you were back then? Soon you will be punished."
After the surgery, my brain nerves were damaged, leaving me paralyzed and confined to bed, enduring endless pain.
I completely understood then that she hated me to the core.
From the day I personally sent Noah to prison, she had never stopped hating me.
Until my death, I couldn't understand how she could still harbor deep love for Noah, even knowing he approached her only for money, and see me as a thorn in her side, finally finding a chance to take revenge.
It turns out that when someone becomes despicable, there is no reasoning behind it.
Fortunately, heaven pitied me and gave me a second chance at life.
In this life, I left all choices to her.
I also wanted to see with my own eyes if her despicable behavior was her pursuit in both lives.
I didn't immediately propose a divorce.
That night, my son Gabe and I continued to celebrate Arianna's birthday.
She tried hard to conceal her feelings, pretending to be open and sincere, but was still absent-minded.
After all, her teenage crush had reappeared in her life, still charming and even more mature, leaving a significant impact on her.
We booked a twin room, but at night she insisted on sleeping with our son, claiming it was because I'm a light sleeper and she didn't want to disturb me by turning over.
In my two lifetimes, this was the first time I learned I was a light sleeper.
I smiled faintly, tacitly agreeing.