Chapter 1

Half an hour later, the office door finally swung open. My husband Eric Grant's new secretary straightened her rumpled skirt, snorted at me, and sashayed away.

I'd been at the receiving end of such humiliation innumerable times.

There was a time when it would have broken my heart and brought me to tears. Now, I had gotten used to it.

I pushed the door open.

Eric heard my footsteps. He turned around, and as soon as he realized it was me, his brows instinctively drew together. "What are you doing back here again? Didn't I tell you not to come looking for me at the office unless it's important?"

I hesitated. The very next second, I shoved the prenatal checkup report in my hand into my bag and said, "Let's get a divorce, Eric."

Eric's fingers, which were holding a cigarette, froze in midair. He sneered and looked at me. "What? Can't take it anymore? You were the one who used every trick in the book to marry me back then."

As soon as his words fell, his phone, which was resting on the desk, buzzed. It was my adopted sister, Sabrina Wright.

Eric took one look at it, made no effort to hide it from me, and asked affectionately, "You miss me already?"

"Of course. I love you the most. You're my sweetheart."

"You're back in town? Alright, see you in a bit."

A woman's coquettish laughter drifted through the other end of the phone.

Several minutes later, Eric ended the call, and his gaze returned to me. He tilted his chin and nodded toward another corner of the desk. "The divorce agreement is right there. I've already signed it. If you want to sign it, go ahead. Either way, this isn't the first or second time you've threatened to divorce me all these years."

Eric rose to his feet, casually grabbed his coat from the back of his chair, and walked toward the door.

He pondered for a moment before stopping in his tracks and adding, "By the way, don't wait up for me tonight. Save yourself the trouble of playing the dutiful wife. Whenever my mother sees you, she keeps nagging me about it."

The moment those words left his lips, he pulled the door open and walked out without the slightest hesitation.

After being humiliated and degraded by Eric, I should have collapsed onto the floor and burst into tears. Yet, strangely enough, my eyes were dry, and I couldn't shed a single tear.

I approached Eric's desk and pulled out the divorce agreement. I flipped to the last page. Eric's name was signed boldly.

I shook my head and let out a self-deprecating chuckle. I couldn't be bothered to read the terms on the front pages. The division of assets, compensation for emotional distress... None of it mattered to me anymore.

I pulled out a pen from the holder and carefully signed my name. Then, I took a copy of the divorce agreement with me.

After stepping outside the office building, I dug out the prenatal checkup report from my pocket. I could make out the faint shadow of a tiny gestational sac on the grainy black-and-white scan.

I wanted to abort it. I didn't want to hold on to Eric's heart, and I didn't want his child either. My child shouldn't have a father like him.