Chapter 1 Everyone said Wendy Tyler was the most devoted wife on the base . She never grew jealous over the way Robert Scott pampered his so - called first love , Lydia Spencer . On the contrary , she even took it upon herself to look after the woman who lived at the center of her husband's heart . That morning , Wendy rose before dawn to prepare a meal . Lydia had caught a minor cold , and Robert not only postponed important duties at the Brigade to care for her in person but also ordered Wendy to deliver three meals a day to the hospital without fall . When Wendy stepped out of Manor Street carrying the insulated container , the sky was still gray with early light . " Off to the hospital again , bringing food for that bitch ? " Laura Cooper , her neighbor , shook her head in exasperation as she carried her shopping bag . " In our neighborhood , you are the most accommodating wife I've seen Robert treats Lydia like treasure , and you never show the slightest hint of jealousy . And now you even go attending her . If you ask me , you should toughen up . " Wendy lowered her lashes and answered softly , " If I did , he would only get angry . " Let him be angry . What else could he do , file for divorce ? " " Yes . " Wendy lifted her head , a gentle smile curving her lips . " I'm afraid he'll ask for a divorce . " Laura's eyes widened . " You're really that afraid of him leaving you ? " Of course . " Wendy's reply was crisp , but her gaze was empty of any real emotion Laura sighed heavily , wanting to argue further , but Wendy only smiled with graceful composure . " Thank you for your concern . I know what I'm doing . " At the hospital , Wendy walked the familiar corridor to the intensive care ward . She was just about to knock when she glimpsed through the glass window what was happening inside . Robert sat by the bedside , his uniform jacket draped over the chair , sleeves rolled up on his crisp white shirt . He leaned forward , gazing intently at Lydia as she slept . With careful fingers , he brushed a stray strand of hair from her face . His eyes lingered on her features , tender in a way Wendy had never seen . Slowly , as if drawn by gravity , he bent down , almost as if to kiss her . But at the last moment , he stopped . The kiss landed instead on Lydia's forehead , which was restrained , but full of feeling . Standing outside , Wendy felt her chest wrench sharply . It wasn't jealousy . It was something else entirely . She took a deep breath , waited a few seconds for her pulse to calm , and then knocked . " Come in . " By the time she pushed the door open , Robert had already returned to his cold , composed selt . He rose to his feet , his uniform trousers pressed sharp , his shirt buttoned all the way to the collar , as if the tender man she had just seen had been nothing more than an illusion " I made soup . " Wendy set the insulated container on the bedside table , her voice steady . " Mm Robert nodded . " Thank you for the trouble . ! His gaze flicked toward the corner , where a wooden bucket stood brimming with used clothes . " That's what Lydia has changed out of these past few days . Take it home and hand - wash everything . Remember , her silk sleepwear must be washed in cold water , and her wool sweaters can't be wrung out " I know , " Wendy interrupted softly as she bent to lift the heavy bucket . " I washed them the same way the last time she was hospitalized . " She was about to leave when his voice stopped her . " No need to bring soup tomorrow , " Robert said . " She's being discharged tonight : " Wendy nodded . " All right . " " She'll be staying at our house these next few days . " His tone left o room for debate . " Go back and prepare the guest room . " All right . " That t word again . Three years of marriage , and no matter what he demanded , her answer was always the same . For once , Robert's eyes lingered on . her , but Wendy was already out the door , carrying the weight of the bucket with her thin but straight back . Back home , she soaked the clothes and began cleaning the guest room . She replaced the bedding , lit fncense to clear out the stale air , watered the plants on the windowsill , and scrubbed the floor three times over . By the time she was finished , the sky had already darkened . Remembering that Robert would bring Lydia home tonight , Wendy tied on an apron and went into the kitchen . On the stove simmered dried mushroom beef , Lydia's favorite . In the oven were ginger toasts , Robert's special request . On the side she made something without fat and salt , a green salad , since Lydia was watching her weight . Wendy's knife moved mechanically as her thoughts drifted back to that moment in the hospital . Robert bending down to kiss Lydia . His profile etched in the sunlight - sharp jawline , high nose bridge , and a tiny mole at the corner of his eye . Exactly like Luca West . The shrill ring of the phone snapped her back . She wiped her hands and went to the living room to pick it up . " Hello ? " " Wendy ! It's.me , Mr Grey ! " an excited voice came through . " Luca isn't dead ! He's alive ! " Her fingers clenched tight around the receiver . " He's at the Pittsburgh Medical Center right now ! The doctors say he'll wake up in a few days ! You need to come quickly ! " The phone slipped from her grasp , crashing to the floor with a loud thud . Wendy stood frozen , every drop of blood rushing to her head , a deafening roar filling her ears . Luca West wasn't dead . The voice on the other end kept tallding , but she couldn't make out a single word . " Hello ? Wendy ? Are you still there ? " It was a long time before she finally bent to pick up the receiver , her hand trembling . " All right . As soon as I finish things here , I'll come right away . When she hung up , the delayed wave of cuphoria crashed over her . Tears blurred her vision as she looked up at the wedding photo on the wall Robert's cold profile looked almost identical to the Luca she remembered . Three you Clupter 1 years ago , Luca had been declared dead on a mission , His body was never recovered A WebNovel 43 FREE It's been a while , but I'm finding my faith Gopala Blas 4.17 % He had been her childhood sweetheart , the man who promised to marry her . She had fallen apart , attempted suicide more than once , until she met Robert . His resemblance to Luca had become the only reason she kept breathing From the start , she had known Robert loved only Lydia . But Lydia's parents refused to let their daughter marry a man with Robert's high rank and constant danger of deployment . Fearing she would be widowed young , they didn't agree with their marriage at all .. The two lovers broke up from then on , and Robert's family pushed him into blind dates . That was when Wendy appeared , filling the role of a convenient stand - in to silence the pressure . " My heart belongs to Lydia . " Robert had made it clear before they registered their marriage . " You're only a wife in name . " She had agreed . As long as she could see that face every day , what did it matter if there was no love ? What did humiliation matter ? For three years , she endured Robert's devotion to Lydia , even yielding her job opportunities and study programs so Lydia could take her place . She never fought back , because that face was all she lived for . But now , Luca was alive . Wendy laughed , then cried , then laughed again through her tears . She tore off her apron , grabbed her documents from the drawer , and walked out without looking back . She had to end this marriage immediately . She had to run to the man who had always been hers . By the time she reached the City Hall , it was nearly closing time . The clerk was packing up when Wendy burst in . Straightening , the woman asked , " Miss , what do you need ? " " I want to file for an immediate divorce . Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!