Chapter 2

Luke spoke with cold indifference.

However, I was extremely shocked.

Three years ago, when Luke came back to me after cutting ties with his lover, I never truly got over the cheating incident.

I kept asking who his lover was, and what she looked like.

I really wanted to know if I was not enough for Luke, leading him to betray our seven-year relationship.

Because of that, I had once set fire to the car where I found condoms.

I smashed everything in our house that I personally designed and decorated.

I even spent six figures on a private investigator.

However, on the day I was supposed to receive the private investigator’s photos of Luke’s lovers, my younger sister, Isla Brown, volunteered to retrieve my parcel for me.

On the way to the post office, she got into a car accident.

The photos were lost, and my mother had slapped me furiously.

She had yelled, “Elly, how long are you going to act this insane?!

“Do you want to get someone killed just because Luke cheated on you that one time?

“If you want someone to die, why don’t I be that sacrificial lamb?”

I looked at Isla, who was lying on the hospital bed with a pale face, and my outraged mother.

I was at a loss for words.

After that, in order to make it up to Isla, when she mentioned that she wanted to study abroad, Luke and I offered to pay for all of her expenses.

Every time Luke had an overseas business trip, he would visit Isla on my behalf.

I was worried it would affect his work, so I had told him that he did not have to visit Isla every single time.

However, Luke had wrapped his arm around my shoulders and said sweetly, “I know you care about Isla a lot.”

It turned out that he always had a personal motive.

When I recalled the photos Isla uploaded on social media where Luke made meals for her, bought her gifts, and took photos together like a couple, I felt extremely nauseated.

Luke ignored my feelings.

“Oh, by the way, Peter’s the one who came up with Rosie’s name after a lot of thinking. Your mother even did a lot of research online.”

I looked at my mother in shock.

When she avoided my gaze, I recalled the week before I was about to give birth. I had begged my parents, who had been teachers all their lives, to come up with a name for my unborn daughter.

They had kept saying that they did not have time to do so.

My father even told me to give her a simple nickname so it would be easy to remember.

I had confided my disappointment in Luke.

He had comforted me.

“Your parents may be busy. We can name our own daughter.”

Finally, after a night of research, we decided to name our daughter Hope Anderson.

She was our hope for our marriage.

However, she became my only hope in life.

Luke had a child with Isla, and Rosie was even slightly older than Hope.

“Luke, let’s get a divorce.”

My fingernails dug into my palms as I spoke with a hoarse voice.

“Alright,” Luke answered without any hesitation.

“But you don’t have a job and are in debt. If you divorce me now, you can kiss Hope’s custody goodbye.”