Chapter 3

I inhaled deeply and forced myself to stay calm. Then, I smiled gently at Devin and said, "It's fine. You can come over anytime you want next time."

Then, I hesitated briefly before looking at Stacy, asking in a calm voice, "Have you thought about the divorce? What do you say?"

Stacy's expression darkened as she glared at me.

A long while later, she spoke in a loaded tone. "Are you sure you want the divorce?"

I asked her in return. "Are you sure you want Mr. Fisher here to continue standing awkwardly between us instead of giving him a proper title?"

At that, Devin's face paled at once, and the sarcastic grin on Stacy's face also faded away.

I maintained a calm gaze with her, knowing that she would finally agree to the divorce this time.

I already knew how much Devin meant to her. They were childhood best friends after all, and after dating for two years, Devin suddenly ran into some family issues and left to study abroad, completely vanishing from the face of the earth thereafter.

Stacy spent a long time searching for him but to no avail, so she eventually gave up.

After that, I appeared in her life, and things had gone very smoothly between us, from the moment we started dating until we got married.

One day, I discovered that she'd been secretly hiding photos of Devin in her purse. I angrily questioned her about it, but she hit me with a merciless and sarcastic answer back then.

"If it weren't because of the fact that you sort of resembled him, did you really think that I'd even fall in love with you?

"Let me tell you, Allen Gilbert, that if Devin were around, you wouldn't even have the chance to get close and speak with me."

As it turned out, I had only been living in the shadows of her first love. It was such a hilarious yet pathetic reckoning for me.

A short while later, Devin suddenly returned to the city we lived in.

Ever since then, Stacy began treating me worse and colder than before as she began visiting Devin more often instead.

I used to think that I could silently put up with everything for Tammy's sake, pretending that I knew nothing of their little affair because I didn't want Tammy to grow up in a broken family.

However, I eventually realized that I'd been too naive all along.

Tammy never cared about me as her dad at all. She accepted Devin pretty quickly and easily in her life, and she obviously respected him a lot more than she did me.

Devin had a wealthy upbringing after all, and he'd also returned from studying overseas, which was a big plus point in Stacy's eyes as she was very partial toward him. He was also very loving and gentle with Tammy too, never being too strict with her.

On top of that, out of everyone in this family, only Stacy could satisfy Tammy's vanity. So, Tammy naturally aligned herself with whoever Stacy preferred.

I had originally only thought of coming home to pack up my things today. After all, divorce was a huge decision, and I knew that Stacy wouldn't easily agree to my request to protect her public reputation.

However, Devin's presence today just made my job a lot easier.

Stacy went silent for a long while.

I continued triggering her by stressing, "Why are you hesitating? Are you saying that he doesn't deserve to be your husband after all? Or are you trying to say that you actually love me more than you love him?"

Devin lowered his head even more when he heard what I said, looking extremely upset.

When Tammy noticed that, she hurriedly comforted him and said, "Don't be sad, Devin."

She then turned and glared at me.

"Mommy! Just divorce him since he likes suffering on his own that much! You can go ahead and make his wish come true. He's going to regret it later on!"

I couldn't believe that my own daughter would say such things about me.

Stacy remained silent for a while. Finally, she nodded and said, "Fine. I'll agree to the divorce."

She then added resentfully after that, "Don't you dare come back crawling to me, begging for us to get back together when you regret your decision later, Allen Gilbert!"

I shook my head lightly and said determinedly, "That will never happen."

Stacy signed the agreement frustratedly, crumpled up the document, and flung it harshly at me.