Chapter 3

"Lucas," I called out weakly. "You can only choose one. Me or Cecilia. Who are you choosing?"

"Do you really have to do this, Fiona? Cecilia is sick, and you still want to compete with her? Fine, I'll tell you straight. I choose Cecilia! Are you happy now?"

"Since you made your choice, let's get a divorce, Lucas." My jaw ached as I clenched my teeth. "Since you're still hung up on Cecilia, there's no reason for me to keep clinging to this. Let's stop tormenting each other and get a divorce."

I couldn't wrap my head around the reason that he couldn't forget Cecilia, yet he still refused to let me go. Did he really think he could treat me like a fool and trample over me for the rest of my life?

I had turned a blind eye to too many things before. But I didn't want to put up with him anymore.

He wasn't the only man in this world. I could always start over.

Lucas' eyes widened with disbelief when he heard that. He grasped my arm and demanded, "What the hell has gotten into you, Fiona? What's the meaning of this? You want a divorce?"

I scoffed. "Isn't that obvious? Or do you want me to sit around and wait for you to cheat right in front of me?"

His expression froze for a moment before he sneered, "This little stunt of yours won't work on me, Fiona. Once we're divorced, even if you regret it and come begging me later, I won't take you back."

"I won't. I'll have the divorce agreement ready as soon as possible. All you have to do is sign it."

At that moment, I felt inexplicably calm. Perhaps his actions had made me see things clearly at last.

I realized he didn't love me, and no matter what I did, it wouldn't change a thing. I was no longer needed now that Cecilia was back.

Noticing how serious I was, his expression darkened with anger, and he glared at me. "Are you serious, Fiona? Fine. Let's get divorced. Whoever backs out is a coward!" With that, he grabbed his bag and stormed out the door.

Three days had passed since that argument, and neither of us had contacted the other. If anything, he kept posting vague updates on social media. When I checked, most of them were photos of him and Cecilia.

The two of them were practically made for each other; one was a scumbag, and the other was a bitch.

I knew what he was doing. He wanted to get under my skin.

In the past, if I had seen Lucas that close with another woman, I wouldn't have been able to take it. I would have swallowed my pride and begged him to forgive me.

But now, I didn't love him anymore. So, I no longer felt jealous.

I hadn't wasted these three days either. I had already asked a lawyer to draft the divorce agreement. I left the divorce agreement and left that day, drawing a full stop on my marriage.

After six years of marriage, I realized everything I owned fit into a single suitcase.

I moved into a small apartment near my company.

I had bought it years ago to make commuting to work easier. However, after marrying Lucas, I never stayed there again. Even when I worked overtime or had business gatherings, I still went home to be with him.

Yet, reality showed me how wrong I had been. I couldn't get him to love me, even after putting him first in everything. All it did was make him think I couldn't live without him, so he never had to consider my feelings.

After unpacking, I noticed several missed calls from Lucas on my phone. When I didn't answer, he sent me an essay.

"Do you really want to get a divorce, Fiona? Weren't you the one who said you'd stay with me forever? How dare you go back on your word now?

"Remember, you were the one who got down on your knees before my parents and swore you'd be good to me for life. Have you forgotten that?

"We can get a divorce, but you have to tell everyone it's your fault and has nothing to do with me. My parents won't be able to handle it otherwise.

"Alright, Fiona, I'll meet you halfway. Once Cecilia and I have a child, I'll have one with you as well. Haven't you always wanted a baby?"

When I read the last sentence, I was so livid I wanted to laugh. So, this was his solution? He wanted to give me a child to make it up to me.

I smiled derisively. I thought he contacted me because he still had feelings for me. Turns out, he was just afraid I'd expose the disgusting things he had done and that his parents wouldn't be able to take it.

After all, infidelity was something conservative elders could never accept. But why should I bear the consequences of his mistakes?

Back then, to protect Lucas, I ignored all the judgmental looks and married him. I spent a fortune to buy back his nudes.

When he said he didn't want children because it was too much trouble, I accepted it. I even told my parents that I was infertile so they wouldn't pressure him.

Yet, what did I get in return? A husband who wanted to sleep with his first love and have a child with her.