When America's Sweetheart Chose Her Agent Over Her Husband novel Chapter 2

When I had my stomach surgery, Ashley didn't stay with me.

Of course, I didn't tell her.

She was busy with her young boyfriend, taking their pet cat for neutering.

Sure, neutering a cat wasn't as important as removing my stomach, but Austin was more important to her.

I gritted my teeth and endured the stomach pain, taking a cab to the hospital alone.

The doctor said that if I didn't have the surgery, I might not survive.

The drink I had that night was from the after-party at her concert. Austin had raised a glass to me, inviting me to drink.

She forgot that I was allergic to alcohol and wouldn't remember it afterward.

Even though she knew back then that alcohol would likely destroy my stomach.

So, for my health, I had half of my stomach removed.

Back in the bedroom, Ashley looked at me in surprise, questioning and mocking my decision to leave with nothing.

She'd always thought I'd never divorce her, even if it meant money.

She smirked, "Well, at least you know yourself."

"Know myself?"

I smiled, turning off the lights and going to sleep, leaving only one sentence: "You're right."

She kissed the ash off my face, grateful and heartbroken.

After we started working, I made connections for her career, even drinking at events, which caused my stomach problems.

One night, after severe bleeding, I stayed in the hospital for three days. She cried by my bedside, swearing she'd never let me drink again.

She promised that she would never make me sick for her career again.

She said, if possible, she just wanted us to be healthy and happy, even if we were ordinary people.

That day, we made a lifetime vow.

But now, she'd forgotten all about my allergies.