Chapter 4

“What?!”

All three of them stared at me in shock.

Emily glared at me. “Are you serious? Haven’t you always wanted a child?”

Catherine chimed in. “I had someone look at the baby’s fortune. It’s a boy. If you make her get rid of him, you’ll regret it for the rest of your life.”

Ryan froze for a moment before looking at me with contempt.

“You’re so selfish that you’d sacrifice your own child just to save yourself?”

Give me a break. Why should I die for someone else’s bastard?

Before today, I would have been overjoyed to hear that Emily was pregnant. I might even have let them manipulate me into doing exactly what they wanted just to keep the baby.

But I’d installed surveillance cameras throughout the house, and I’d seen everything Emily and the others had discussed on their phones before her mother arrived.

That bitch Emily had secretly been taking birth control pills throughout our five-year marriage.

She’d even secretly slipped pills into my food to reduce how often we slept together, which left me with almost no sex drive for a long time.

I actually worried that I wasn’t satisfying her. It made me insecure, so I treated her even better.

Even my parents treated her like royalty. Whenever she so much as frowned, the whole family would become tense and go out of their way to appease her.

Catherine knew exactly what she was doing. She quickly thought of bringing my parents in to pressure me.

My parents arrived in a panic, and Catherine immediately launched into a tirade, barely stopping to catch her breath.

Emily lifted her chin and sneered.

“If you want me to keep the baby, make Daniel give up his treatment and transfer all his assets to me.”

My mother was frantic.

“We’ll keep the baby, and we’ll pay for his treatment too. Emily, you just need to focus on taking care of yourself and the baby.”

Emily rolled her eyes.

“And how exactly are you going to pay for it? Sell your house? Sell your retail properties? Those all belong to my husband anyway.”

My parents exchanged a helpless look.

“Then we’ll borrow the money. We’re still capable of working. You don’t need to worry about the money. We’ll pay it back slowly.”

Emily still wasn’t satisfied.

“You’re both in your sixties. Where are you going to find the money? What if something happens to you? The debt will just end up on my shoulders.”

Catherine immediately backed her up.

“Then either they get divorced and Emily ends the pregnancy, with Daniel leaving the marriage with nothing. He can spend whatever he wants on his treatment, but ending the pregnancy will take a toll on my daughter, so you owe her two retail properties as compensation.

“If you don’t want a divorce, my daughter can give birth to the baby. But then Daniel has to give up treatment, and every property your family owns must be transferred to my daughter.

“I’d advise you to choose the second option. At least that way, you might still have something left. With the first option, you could end up losing both your money and your son.”

My father let out a long sigh, while my mother burst into tears.

“You’re tearing my heart out. If it were your daughter who had cancer today, would you still be this heartless?”

Catherine scoffed.

“My daughter was born blessed. How could she ever end up as unlucky as your son?”

My mother wiped away her tears and made up her mind.

“Then let’s get a divorce and end the pregnancy.

“No matter how precious my grandchild is, I won’t stand by and watch my son die. And don’t even think about those retail properties. You won’t get a single cent from us.”

Emily and the others looked as though they’d been slapped in the face.

The trump card they’d thought would force me into submission had failed to sway either me or my parents.

I grinned.

“Now it’s your turn to choose. Either we divorce, and the house and car stay with me while Emily gets the savings, or we stay married and I take out online loans to pay for my treatment. In that case, the debt will be ours to share.”

Emily was about to make another scene, so I immediately called an online lender.

Her face went white with fear.

She quickly grabbed my arm and dragged me toward the courthouse.

“Divorce! We’re getting divorced right now!”

After we left the courthouse, I used the strange charm and Emily’s birth details to transfer my cancer to her.

As my body grew stronger with each passing day, I finally allowed myself to relax.

Once the mandatory waiting period was over, Emily and I returned to the civil affairs office and finalized our divorce.

She didn’t even bother pretending anymore. She immediately hooked her arm through Ryan’s and threw a parting insult at me.

“You unlucky bastard. Let’s see how many days you have left. My wedding is next month. I wonder if you’ll even live long enough to attend.”

She covered her mouth and giggled. Ryan sneered as well.

“From now on, your wife and your savings belong to me. How does that make you feel?”

Why would I be angry?

I was practically celebrating.

Just yesterday, I’d gone back for a follow-up examination, and the cancer was completely gone.

Even the doctor called it a medical miracle.

Besides, I’d escaped a wife who was about to become nothing but a burden. I should be setting off fireworks to celebrate.

I grinned.

“Then congratulations in advance. I hope you two stay happily married for a hundred years. Just make sure your wedding doesn’t turn into a funeral.”

Emily’s brows shot up. She was about to curse me when she suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood.

Her eyes widened in disbelief.

“You’re the one who had cancer. So why am I coughing up blood?”