Chapter 3

I returned his smile, feeling a wave of relief inside.

As expected, trusting my husband had been the right choice.

This time, he hadn't been demoted. We should be able to live peacefully together. As long as we didn't divorce, he would never end up with someone else.

So when I found a package addressed to May in the mailbox the next day, the baby's voice immediately chimed in again.

[Mommy, this is proof that Dad and Aunt May are cheating on you! Look!]

Without the slightest hesitation, I handed the package directly to May.

I thought I had successfully avoided another disaster, but just as I stepped outside for a walk, her room exploded with a deafening blast!

I fell to the ground, staring blankly as the house was swallowed by flames.

Where did a bomb come from? Nothing even remotely similar to this happened in my past life!

Ben rushed back as soon as he heard the news, and when I instinctively reached out, hoping for comfort, he pushed me away.

"Lucy, as the family of a military man, don't you know that unidentified packages must be sent to the bomb disposal unit for inspection?

"After Jerry got in that accident, I swore to take care of May, but now she's dead! How am I supposed to face him in the afterlife?"

The tough man in front of me was filled with sorrow, and his gaze was beyond disappointed. "Let's get divorced, Lucy."

The words made my entire body tremble.

Why? I trusted my husband fully this time, and didn't do anything to ruin his career either, yet I was still about to be divorced!

Where had that bomb even come from?

There had never been such a thing in my previous life!

Panic clawed at my chest as I teetered on the verge of collapse.

Then the young voice echoed in my mind, "Mom, don't argue with Dad! He's angry now, so if you refuse the divorce, you're only going to push him away!"

In my previous life, after divorcing Ben because of my mistakes, those lecherous thugs who had been eyeing me no longer had any restraint.

That was what eventually led to my death.

This time, I would never let that happen.

I looked Ben straight in the eye. "No, I don't agree to a divorce!"

"Don't be like this, Mom! Dad's going to be angry!"

Ignoring the incessant voice, I took his hand and softened my tone, "I know you blame yourself, Ben, but a divorce won't bring the dead back to life. Give me a chance to brave this storm with you, please?

"We have an unborn baby, too! Don't you want us to raise our baby together?"

Ben's tightly knit brows softened slowly.

As though finally calming down, he pulled me into his arms. "Sorry, Lucy. I was just grieving… You're right. The dead won't come back to life, and the living should continue to live well…"

After that day, he never mentioned divorce again.

Had I really changed that tragic fate?

The realization filled my eyes with tears of joy.

To make up for my mistake that had led to May's death, I devoted myself to caring for Ben and managing our household, well and proper.

Meanwhile, our child continued growing safely inside me.

Just when everything seemed to be steadily moving towards a good direction, an unexpected crisis struck!

While carrying an injured woman down a mountain during a mission, Ben was maliciously accused of harassing her and reported to military authorities!

When he told me about it, his face was full of guilt.

"Their family couldn't endure the rumors, and they're kicking up a fuss at the military compound for an explanation. The higher-ups gave me two options: be suspended indefinitely…"

I didn't even consider the first option. "What about the second?"

His expression darkened as he revealed the solution: "I would have a fake divorce and get married to her."

I froze.

After all that… we were still getting divorced?