Chapter 2

While speaking, Sasha pointed at the stray dog not too far away and said, "This dog may not be perfect, but all living things have souls, so we can just keep it and raise it as our child. Okay?"

I could smell the faint smell of men's cologne on her and felt a wave of nausea churning in my stomach.

I pulled my hand away from her expressionlessly and said coldly, "If every living thing has souls, then why don't you give it to Gavin instead? Or do you think that he deserves way more, like that limited-edition sports car you just bought him?

"You're ultimately saying that he deserves an expensive sports car while I deserve nothing more than a stray dog you picked up from the park?"

Sasha's expression turned ugly at once. She then shouted in my face, "Where did you hear that from? Was it also in the news? Tell me, Arthur Fleming, have you been investigating me or what?

"Do we not have a single speck of privacy and trust in this relationship anymore? What's the point of being husband and wife, then?"

Then, she began defending herself. "I gifted him that sports car because he'd been with me for years, and he was always by my side from when I was a nobody until I reached where I am today. Should I not be grateful toward him at all?"

I looked at her and felt a wave of bitterness spreading in my chest. It felt so uncomfortable, like someone was grabbing me by my throat and slapping me multiple times on my face.

I couldn't help but retort, "Sasha Ramirez! He has only worked for you as your secretary for three years! But I am your husband who's been by your side for 12 years! How could you use my money to buy him a sports car and call it a thank-you gift?"

We had been married for 12 years, and yet, she still couldn't understand that it was not about the flashy sports car or the stray dog she brought home, but rather, her attitude toward me.

Sasha's face turned a bright red color as she screamed, "Why are you being so petty and calculating? I guess they were right when they said wealth makes people arrogant! You're nothing but a house-husband! What's the point of buying a sports car for you? To drive to the grocery store every week?"

Then, she impatiently waved her hand at me and said, "I'm done talking to you. If you keep being unreasonable like this, we are through!"

Her phone rang at that moment.

At once, the anger dissipated from her face. She answered the call and spoke in a gentle voice.

"Gavin? What's the matter? Don't fret, I'm still at home. I'll come over to you as soon as I'm done here."

Gavin's voice then came intermittently from the other end of the line.

"Sasha… I got into an accident… I think I hurt my leg…"

"Okay, wait for me! I'm coming!"

Sasha looked very anxious and bolted out of the door without even bothering to explain anything to me.

A split second later, I received a text message from an unknown number.

Attached within the text message was a pregnancy checkup report with Sasha's name as the patient. It said that she was three months pregnant.

The text message read, "This is Sasha's and my first child together. She purposely bought me that sports car and a private villa to celebrate as soon as she heard the news.

"I guess Sasha is mine tonight. You can jolly well hug that dog to sleep tonight instead. Happy birthday!"

My eyes widened at once. I stared at the report in disbelief and felt as though there was a knife piercing through my heart. I staggered backward and fell to the floor in a limp puddle.

A short while later, I received another text message from Sasha.

"Something urgent came up at the office. I need to meet a business partner at the last minute, and I won't be coming home tonight.

"Sorry for not being able to celebrate your birthday today. I'll make it up to you tomorrow at the business event."

A second text message then came through.

"And don't be mad at me anymore. Rest well tonight."

I looked at the text messages on my phone and smiled bitterly and pathetically.

…

Sasha and I used to be collegemates. I had fallen in love with her at first sight, but she didn't give a damn about me.

She lived with her mother, Karen, from a young age, and later on, Karen was diagnosed with a serious brain tumor and needed to be hospitalized for a prolonged period of time. So, she needed urgent medical expenses as well.

I felt sorry for her and paid all the fees for her, contacting top-tier neurosurgeons in the country to treat Karen.

The surgery was very successful. But to protect Sasha's pride, I told her that the money came from a GoFundMe account I made.

She was devastated at that time, but she still asked me a stubborn question.

"Why are you even doing this for me, Arthur?"