Love, As Fleeting as the Breeze

The day Christina was discharged from the hospital happened to be her birthday.

A double celebration. Lucien spared no expense, booking the most luxurious hotel in the city to throw her a grand birthday party.

The extravagance left the guests in awe. Lucien's group of friends even prepared thoughtful gifts for her. But Christina remained indifferent. After what had happened, she couldn't bring herself to like any of them.

They didn't think much of it, merely assuming she was still weak from her illness.

Soon, it was time to cut the cake and make a wish.

Lucien stood behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. Guiding her hand to slice the cake, he asked softly, "Christina, it's your birthday today. What do you wish for?"

In the past, she would've shaken her head and said nothing. Back then, having his love had felt like enough.

But now, her desire was clear—to leave him and never see him again.

She lifted her eyes to meet his affectionate gaze. "If I make a wish, will you really make it come true?"

Lucien paused, then smiled tenderly. "Of course."

Christina smiled back, but the warmth didn't reach her eyes. "In that case, I have three wishes."

His smile deepened, full of indulgence. "Alright. Tell me what you want, and I'll give it to you."

Christina turned and pulled a blank sheet of paper from her bag.

"My first wish is for you to sign this paper."

The room fell silent. Gasps echoed among the guests.

Everyone in their circle knew that people of their status avoided signing blank documents at all costs. It could be catastrophic if someone used it against them.

Lucien was meticulous by nature. Signing this would be madness.

Yet, to everyone's astonishment, he merely smiled and signed the paper without hesitation.

"There, it's done," he said, his tone affectionate.

Christina gripped the paper tightly, her heart finally easing. With his signature, she could draft the divorce papers.

From this moment on, she would be free.

Seeing her relaxed expression, Lucien's mood lifted too. "What's your second wish, baby?"

Christina's gaze swept across the room. Some guests looked stunned, others envious. The only one who stood out was Vanessa, staring at her with jealousy etched across her face.

But Christina's eyes moved past them, as if looking into a distant future far from here.

She curved her lips slightly. "My second wish is for you to transfer all your shares in Waldorf Group to me."

The room exploded. Gasps turned to murmurs of disbelief.

The shares Lucien owned were worth hundreds of millions. No one believed he would give them up, no matter how much he loved her.

But Lucien immediately called his lawyer and instructed him to transfer every single share to Christina without delay.

Holding the signed and stamped electronic transfer papers, Christina's spirits soared. Selling these shares would guarantee her a worry-free life abroad for decades.

Lucien pulled her into his arms, his voice soft. "Baby, now I have nothing left. I'm just your employee. You can't leave me, okay?"

Christina's lips twitched, but before she could reply, a sudden cry interrupted them.

"Someone has fainted!"

Lucien turned and saw Vanessa collapse to the floor.

His face darkened, and he moved quickly toward her. But halfway there, he stopped and looked back at Christina.

"Christina, I'll take her to the hospital first. Enjoy the party, and text me your last wish later."

"No need," she said.

He frowned. "What?"

Christina shook her head. "Nothing. Go."

She watched as he carried Vanessa out hurriedly.

Christina smiled faintly.

Lucien, I don't need you to grant me my third wish.

Because my final wish is to leave you forever.

In three days, I'll make it happen.