Chapter 3

Seth's POV

The short video ended with the reporter offering their congratulations. After exiting the video, I realized that Sharon'd clicked on a clarification post.

The trending topic at the moment was Regina's scandal. "Famous Businesswoman Regina Morgan Revealed to Have Been Married for Years Yet Rekindles Romance with First Love Lucas Jenson and Gives Birth to His Illegitimate Child."

The woman who had once insisted on keeping her marriage a secret for the sake of her career couldn't bear to see Lucas being cyberbullied, so she had gone so far as to bring in reporters to clear his name.

Regina had made countless excuses, but in reality, she simply didn't love me.

I was lost in thought when someone abruptly shoved me, nearly making me lose my footing. "Give me that phone, you blockhead!"

When I remained silent, Sharon snatched her phone out of my hand and called Regina.

Regina answered almost instantaneously.

Assuming I'd called to confront her about publicly acknowledging Lucas, she guiltily changed the subject. "I bought you a Porsche, Seth. In the days that follow, you can take Winona out for a drive to clear your head.

"You can go to the mall and pick up some clothes and bags, too; just use the supplementary card I left in the drawer. Spend as much as you like. Don't worry about the money."

Sharon shot me a disdainful look when she heard that. "No wonder you don't care about my daughter's scandal; you've been bought off with her money. Poor people are always so short-sighted; you only care about what's right in front of you and not the future.

"Keep pretending to be magnanimous, and see what happens when Lucas drives a wedge between you two. You might not even get to be my son-in-law then!"

When Regina realized Sharon had answered the call, her tone immediately turned hostile. "What are you on about, Mom? Lucas is a good man; he's not as bad as you make him out to be! Besides, my only husband is Seth, and that will never change."

Sharon looked down on me, yet she was afraid that Regina would fall into the same trap again, so she strongly opposed their reconciliation.

After hearing Regina's firm declaration, Sharon breathed a sigh of relief. The latter gave me a look that said, "Well, at least you're good for something."

The mother and daughter chatted animatedly, treating me like an object they could choose to keep or discard as they pleased. Yet, neither of them had ever asked whether I wanted to continue this marriage.

I snatched my phone back and said solemnly, "Let's get a divorce, Regina. I'll let you two be together."

Regina fell silent on the other end of the line for a long while before coldly saying, "Wait for me at home." Then, she ended the call.

Sharon frowned at me. "Don't take this too far. She just gave birth and needs her rest."

Neither of them believed I genuinely wanted a divorce. Both of them thought I was playing mind games to win Regina's attention.

I didn't bother explaining myself. I carried Mom's urn upstairs to pack my belongings.

I stuffed a few scarves that Mom had knitted before she passed away into my suitcase. Once I was done, I was about to head downstairs when I noticed a photo of Regina and me on the table.

The only photo we had together was our wedding portrait. Regina was dressed in an elaborate wedding gown, yet there was a hint of sorrow on her face.

So much time had passed that I'd almost forgotten—she had never been willing to marry me in the first place.

Seven years ago, she had insisted on marrying Lucas—a man with a terrible reputation—despite her parents' fierce opposition.

However, on the day of the wedding, Lucas had jilted her at the altar and made her the laughingstock of high society.

Regina gritted her teeth on stage and declared that she would marry whoever was willing to take her as his wife.

The guests at that wedding were all from wealthy, influential families, so not a single one of them was willing to take on someone else's castoff.

At the time, I was her wedding photographer. I'd been secretly in love with her for years, and I had gone to great lengths to get close to her.

I couldn't bear to see her in such a miserable state. Hence, amid a sea of mocking looks, I stepped up and saw the ceremony through with her.

I'd only intended to help her out. I had never dared to dream that I could truly be with her.

However, when I said my goodbyes, she took my head and looked me in the eye. "I'm a woman of my word. Since you came to ask for my hand, I'll marry you. For the rest of my life, no matter what happens, my husband will only ever be you!"