Chapter 3

I laughed.

"You've been together for that long, and yesterday was the first time you slept together?"

A look of disdain appeared at the corner of her lips.

"Brad respects himself. He insisted on waiting until we'd been together for a full year before giving me his first time.

"I already told you. He's not as promiscuous as you were back then."

I struggled to my feet and pointed at her.

"Then what about the past year of married life between us?"

She no longer bothered hiding anything.

"I couldn't bear to touch Brad, so I used you to satisfy my physical needs.

"You already know the answer, don't you? So why keep asking? You're only making things harder on yourself."

A sharp pain twisted through my stomach, and I dry-heaved again.

The smell of milk lingering on my face suddenly seemed bitter as I let out a self-mocking laugh.

"So the pajamas and the watch were both things Brad didn't want, and that's why you gave them to me, right?"

She didn't answer, though her silence seemed like an admission.

Without even looking up, she urged me again.

"Just sign it."

I pulled the agreement out of my bag and tore it into pieces.

"No. I will never help the two of you get what you want!"

Brad tossed a stack of photographs onto the table and pushed them toward me with a smile.

"Mr. Jensen, I have proof that you cheated. If you insist on refusing to sign, we can settle this in court.

"When that happens, not only will the divorce go through, but you won't get those five properties either."

My head spun. I had just picked up the photographs and hadn't even had a chance to look at them before everything went black.

When I woke up again, I was brought to the hospital and lying in a hospital bed.

A beam of light fell across Olivia's profile. For a moment, I thought I saw the girl from ten years ago who had pulled me out of despair.

She handed me a bowl of hot oatmeal, her voice surprisingly cold.

"You haven't eaten all day, have you? Finish this and sign the divorce papers. From now on, we'll stay out of each other's lives."

Weakly, I accepted the bowl.

As my gaze drifted to the side, I noticed a medical report lying nearby.

It clearly stated “gastric bleeding accompanied by symptoms of hypoglycemia”.

My hand trembled.

The hot oatmeal spilled across the covers.

I closed my eyes as my breathing became uneven. The air conditioning in the hospital room made me shiver.

Olivia let out a scornful laugh.

"You're a grown man. Why are you pretending to be weak? Do you think this is going to stop me from getting divorced?"

"Olivia… I really didn't cheat. There's no other woman. You're the only one!"

In response to my explanation, she simply tossed a new divorce agreement in front of me.

"Now those five properties are gone too.

"You're leaving with nothing. If you're unhappy with that, we can settle it in court."

"Olivia, half of that company was built with my effort too!" I protested, my eyes red.

"Are you serious? You stepped back years ago and became a stay-at-home husband. The shares are all under my name."

After saying that, she shoved a pen into my hand.

"Sign it. Don't make me tell you again."

Ignoring the pain twisting through my stomach, I finally looked at the photographs.

In every picture, I was standing intimately close to a young woman.

She was holding onto me and smiling happily. There were even photos of us kissing.

Across the photos, we were wearing about five different sets of clothes, which meant we had met at least five times.

Just then, Brad walked into the hospital room, his voice gentle.

"Mr. Jensen, I never intended to show these photos to Ms. Jones. I wanted to leave you with some dignity.

"But you refused to agree to the divorce, so I really didn't have any other choice."