Chapter 3

This time, she swore to stay by his side until the end of his days and treat him well. She didn’t want to disappoint him anymore. 

Because of her injuries, Sage didn’t dare to visit her grandfather for the time being. She could only suppress her agitation and urgency. She told him she would drop by in a few days. 

After hanging up, Sage sat on the balcony and thought about the events of her previous life. When she’d been 18, she’d fallen in love with Ian because he’d rescued her like he was her knight in shining armor. From then on, she’d tried everything she could to win his heart, but to no avail. 

When she’d graduated from college, Ian’s grandmother, Linda Johnson, had learned of her feelings for Ian. Linda had pushed for Sage and Ian to marry. From then on, she’d become his wife. 

Though Ian despised her, Sage had still dreamed of winning his heart one day. This all changed when Ivy had returned to the country and joined Ian’s company half a year after Sage and Ian married. 

The special bond between Ian and Ivy had awakened Sage’s fear of having Ian taken away. She’d started getting anxious and throwing fits. She’d wanted Ian to give her a guarantee. 

But nothing she’d done had changed the situation. On the contrary, the fits Sage had thrown and her throwing herself off buildings had only pushed Ian further into Ivy’s arms. He’d spent less and less time at home. 

In her despair, Sage had given it one last shot. She’d begged Linda to create an opportunity for her and Ian to spend some time alone abroad. 

Unfortunately, right before they’d left the country, Ivy had become the victim of a robbery and arson case. She’d almost lost her life. After the perpetrator had been caught, he’d told the world that Sage had ordered him to do it. 

Ian had been thoroughly enraged by this. No matter how Sage had tried to explain, he’d insisted on throwing her behind bars. He’d only relented after Sage’s grandfather and Linda had intervened. 

Still, Ian had insisted on sending her to a mental institution to be “treated” for her mental problems. Then, she’d spent two years there. 

Tears streamed down Sage’s face as she thought about her previous life. Everything that had happened—from her twisted personality to the jealousy, madness, and suffering she’d been through—had all stemmed from her craziness over Ian. 

It had ruined her life. Perhaps the heavens had taken pity on her after seeing everything she’d been through and given her another chance at life. 

At this point in time, Ian and Ivy had yet to get together, and Sage had yet to go mad. None of those irritational things she’d done had yet to happen. 

As long as Sage steered clear of them, she wouldn’t end up in the mental institution. She wouldn’t get cancer! She could start her life afresh! 

… 

Sage spent the next three days recuperating at home. The wounds she’d gotten from jumping off the balcony had pretty much healed completely, and she had a steady mental state. 

Ian hadn’t shown up since leaving with Ivy three days ago. Surprisingly enough, he’d still stay away from home in this life despite Ivy not getting hurt. 

Not that Sage cared. She’d already decided to cut Ian out of her life and put an end to this awful marriage. Once everything was taken care of, they would take their respective paths and live their respective lives. 

Sage dug out Ian’s phone number and called him. It rang for ages, but no one answered. Then, it hit her. She’d almost forgotten about how Ian almost never answered her calls because he didn’t want her to bother him. 

And so, she texted him. “Are you free now? Bring your identification and the necessary documents so we can head to City Hall and get divorced.” 

Ian didn’t reply to her message. Sage thought he hadn’t read it, so she sent it again. Just like before, it went unanswered. 

She thought about it and decided to seek him out at Holcomb Corporation. The receptionist recognized her. 

After all, after marrying Ian, Sage had made a point of announcing their marriage at the company to ward off any women who were interested in him. 

Now, when the receptionist saw Sage, she couldn’t help smiling with a hint of mockery. “Sorry, but you’ll have to make an appointment if you want to see Mr. Holcomb.” 

Everyone knew Ian couldn’t care less about her and even despised her. Sage didn’t let the receptionist’s attitude bother her. Instead, she pulled out an envelope. “Please pass this to Ian, then.” 

With that, she turned to leave. She’d only taken a few steps when she heard the receptionist say mockingly, “I bet it’s yet another disgusting love letter. God, she doesn’t even know how embarrassing she is!” 

Then, she threw the envelope into the trash can.