Chapter 4

Blake's POV

The moment I walked through the door, I ran straight into Wynnie and Logan with their bodies tangled together on the couch. They didn't show the slightest trace of embarrassment at being caught.

Without even sparing them a glance, I simply walked past them.

By the time Logan entered the bedroom, I was packing my luggage. He was wearing satin pajamas that barely covered anything. His exposed skin had intimate marks all over it.

"Blake, Margaret slept with you for free for so many days. I only slept with Wynnie twice. I'm still the one who got the short end of the stick," he remarked.

I ignored him and continued packing my clothes.

Seeing that I was ignoring him, he became irritated. He immediately snatched away the little outfit I had knitted by hand for my first child and threw it on the ground. Then, he stepped on it.

He jeered, "He's dead. What's the point of keeping this? You probably don't know this, do you? While you were crying over the loss of your child, I told Wynnie that he came back to haunt my dreams and threatened to take my life. Guess what happened?"

I froze upon hearing that.

A vicious, triumphant smile spread across Logan's face as he continued, "Without a second thought, she took your child's ashes, found a shaman, and had his ashes dumped beside a garbage processing site..."

My mind went blank as a deafening buzz went off. I threw myself at Logan like a madman to tear and scratch at him. Like a vengeful demon, I wrapped my hands around his throat and squeezed hard.

Wynnie rushed in and pulled me away. She slapped me across the face.

A sharp ringing instantly filled my ears.

She slammed a divorce agreement onto the table with her signature already on it. "You'd better think this through, Blake. If you divorce me, do you really think Margaret will marry you?"

I sneered icily. Without even sparing her a glance, I signed my name.

Wynnie's expression contorted into an ugly scowl.

Just then, Sam woke up. He was hungry.

Wynnie looked at me coldly and said, "I'll have custody of Sam. Since you're leaving anyway, feed him one last time—just like women do."

I stared at her in disbelief. "What are you talking about? I'm a man!"

I recalled when the nanny had casually made a remark to me in the past.

She had said, "You men should try breastfeeding and see how painful it is. Then you'd know how to cherish women. That's what makes you a truly good man."

My face had instantly turned bright red, and Wynnie had fired the nanny on the spot.

She had even comforted me afterward, saying, "It's okay. I don't need you to experience it yourself to know that you love me."

And now, she was holding Sam in front of me and treating me like a woman.

"I'm not feeding him!" I grabbed my packed suitcase and tried to leave, but she seized my wrist with force.

Her voice was glacial and brought a chill that seeped right into my bones. "I don't care! You have to do it!"

She placed Sam on the bed and pinned both of my arms behind my back. Following a forceful rip, the fabric over my chest was torn apart.

I struggled desperately and shouted, "Wynnie, you bitch! Let me go!"

Hearing the commotion, Margaret came over. She and Logan watched the scene unfold in the doorway.

Meanwhile, Wynnie showed no intention of stopping.

The moment Sam latched on greedily, the last shred of my dignity was crushed completely.

"Why... Why are you humiliating me like this..." I choked.

Wynnie pressed her lips close to my ear. "Blake, I'm not humiliating you. Look how much Sam likes you. Can you really bear to let him never see his father again?"

All I felt was pain. It was so darn painful!

I closed my eyes in despair. Tears seeped through the corners.

I didn't know how much time had passed before Wynnie finally released me.

She said, "Think it over, Blake. Can you really bear to give up both Sam and me?"

With that, she picked up Sam and left. Having enjoyed the spectacle, Logan and Margaret left as well.

I collapsed onto the bed like a broken doll. My tears had long since run dry.

Wynnie had asked whether I could bear to part with them. What was there left for me to cling to?

I didn't want her anymore, nor did I want Sam either.

I changed into a fresh set of clothes. Then, I placed a report beside the divorce agreement.

After that, I pulled my suitcase behind me and left the place full of sorrowful memories that were as cold as the dead of winter.

...

Third-Person POV

When Wynnie returned to the room once again, she had expected to find Blake apologizing to her.

Instead, the empty room and the missing suitcase told her only one thing—Blake had left. He had actually gone through with the divorce and left for good.

She went into a frenzy, smashing everything in sight.

Suddenly, her gaze landed on the report beside the divorce agreement. Her face instantly turned deathly pale. With a trembling hand, she grabbed the thin sheet of paper.

It was a maternity test report.