Zac pulled me into the stairwell, anger still apparent in his expression. "What were you saying in front of a child?"I rubbed my wrist, which he had gripped and reddened, and questioned him, "Which part of what I said was wrong?"Was it your 'wife' part or the one part about him causing the death of my child?" Zac's face darkened instantly."That incident was an accident—" He began to defend himself.I leaned against the hospital wall, silently watching him. "Do you even believe that yourself?"A year ago, I rushed back from a business trip, excited to share my pregnancy news with Zac. However, upon entering our home, I found it in complete chaos. The staircase was cluttered with shattered wedding photos.As I went upstairs to investigate, I didn't expect the staircase to be slippery from spilled shower gel. I slipped and tumbled down the stairs, resulting in the loss of the baby I was carrying."At that time, you told me it was your relative's child causing trouble at our house," I
A sharp pain pierced my heart, and I bit my tongue lightly to distract from it."Zac Saunders, what should we do? I'm pregnant," I said.He froze, seeming a bit slow to respond. "What did you say?"I stared into his eyes and repeated myself.Zac's pupils contracted, and he looked at my belly. "Pregnant..."A chill ran through my body. I stared blankly at a patch of light on the floor, feeling an overwhelming sadness creeping in."You don't want this child, do you?" I asked.Zac lit a cigarette and took a puff "Sammi, be reasonable. I didn’t say that.”He looked at me through the haze of smoke, his eyes clouded and unreadable. "I hope you won't keep imposing your thoughts on me every time."It seemed that people who had already drifted apart in a marriage tended to do this—pushing responsibility away when they felt guilty."But if you really want this child," I smiled at him and continued slowly, "you wouldn't be lighting up this cigarette in front of me."This time, Zac remained silent
The air suddenly felt thin. After a moment, I looked down and chuckled, "Zac Saunders, can't you just be straightforward?"Zac stared at me with a darkening expression. "I'm sorry, Sammi. Lucas is quite possessive."He won't accept a child that's not his mother's." "And then? What do you want to say?" I said. He turned his head slightly, as if finding it difficult to continue."Get rid of this child," each of Zac's words felt like a sharp blade, cutting into me mercilessly.My ears buzzed, and my mind went blank. It felt like there was no sound around me. My body trembled, and I forced a bitter smile. "What if I don't want to?"After what felt like half a minute, he spoke slowly, "Sammi, please, be obedient. You have no family members anymore, and I don't want to deal with you."As I smiled, tears welled up in my eyes. You see, this was the person I had loved for fourteen years. I curled my lips and smiled brightly at him, "You want to harm my child, so I'll make ‘your child’ pay fo
When I walked out of the stairwell, Jemma was waiting outside. Upon seeing me, she began to look anxious, her eyes wide and reddened, like startled rabbits."Miss Lewis, please don't harm my child," she pleaded, folding her hands together in front of her chest and gazing at me with desperation. "I'll leave with Lucas. Please, don't hurt him.""Don't talk nonsense. Where can you go?" Zac stepped forward, protecting Jemma in his embrace. "With me here, who would dare to harm you both?"It was clear whom that statement was directed at, and a wave of sadness washed over me. My eyes welled up with bitterness."I'm sorry for interrupting," I managed to say."Does the child know his mother is a mistress and that he's a bastard?" I asked, my words piercing through the tense atmosphere.Jemma's face turned pale instantly. She clung to Zac's sleeve, her gaze pleading with him. "He's not... he's not..."She bit her lip, looking helpless and fragile. Her teary-eyed expression was truly pitiable. Z
It wasn't until late at night that I received a message from Jemma. I could feel my fingers trembling slightly as I took a deep breath and opened the chat. There was only one sentence and a video."Sorry, Miss Lewis, he doesn't want your child."My hands shook as I clicked on the video. In the video, I saw an intimate moment between them. Jemma, breathing heavily, sat on Zac's lap with her bare shoulder showing. His eyes were filled with desire, and he couldn't resist pulling her closer.Amid Jemma's soft sounds, Zac reassured her, "Don't be sad, she wouldn't dare to harm you."Jemma stopped him from kissing her by placing her hand on his lips and asked, "Are you really willing to give up the child she's carrying for the sake of our son?"Zac seemed a bit annoyed by her interruption. He casually bit her hand and replied, "I already have Lucas, that's enough."These seemingly casual words felt like painful daggers, each one piercing me deeply. As their conversation ended, they couldn't
I took a deep breath, trying to push down the bitterness inside me. I opened the text message and carefully composed a reply, editing it numerous times. In the end, I sent a simple message:"Zac, let's get a divorce."...Zac returned home in the evening. Without wasting any time, I asked him right away, "Did you see the message?"Zac instinctively reached for his phone, as if he suddenly remembered something crucial. His tone turned serious."Is this another one of your tricks?"Samantha, stop playing games. You're even using divorce as a threat now."My eyes welled up with tears. The person I had spent fourteen years with now felt like a complete stranger."I'm not playing games."Seeing that I was serious, the smile on Zac's face froze."Samantha, are you serious?"I nodded without hesitation."The divorce papers will be sent to you. Remember to sign them."Zac's face grew stern as he refused, "Stop it, Samantha. I don't agree to a divorce."I calmly voiced the question that had bee
On the day the company went public, Zac stood on the stage, giving a thank-you speech. As he approached the end, he mentioned me."I want to especially thank my wife here. It's because of her that I am where I am today."Additionally, we have some good news to share with everyone."My gaze swept through the crowd and locked onto his. In almost an instant, I knew what he was planning.Sure enough, a smug smile curved his lips as he continued, "My wife is expecting a child. She will be stepping down from her position as vice president to take a break."He concluded with an expression of love in his eyes, one that couldn't be wiped away. The applause erupted like a tidal wave around us.After the speech, he walked over to me with Jemma by his side, wearing a wicked grin."Samantha, since you're not obedient enough," he taunted, "we'll have Jemma take your place from now on."He wanted to use the company to pressure me into submission. Over the years, I had played a significant role in bui
The instruments were making a regular ticking sound, and I slowly opened my eyes. Every part of my body hurt, like a sharp pain in my heart. I reached out to touch my now-flat belly, feeling an intense emptiness inside me.The cold wind kept blowing in, making me shiver. This was my child, how could I not feel any pain? But I couldn't give him a happy life. I could only hope that in his next life, he would be in a joyful and loving home, where he would be cared for and protected, a life without worries.**When Zac arrived at the hospital, it seemed like he was gearing up for a confrontation, fueled by anger. However, all that anger dissipated instantly when he laid eyes on me. He looked at me, appearing fragile and vulnerable, attempting to speak but struggling to find the words.He took deep breaths, and his jaw tightened as he wrestled with his words. Finally, he managed to speak, his voice trembling, "Do you hate me this much? Is it enough to make you do this to yourself just to
The news about Zac and Jemma got out through that man, leading to another scandal. Jemma's reputation was completely ruined. Probably because she had no other choice, she married an elderly man who had a history of domestic violence.One day, I ran into Jemma while I was out for dinner. Her face was covered in bruises. She stood in front of the glass door of a French restaurant, looking inside longingly. The old man slapped her on the back, saying, "What are you looking at? Do you even deserve to eat here?"She turned her gaze away, and by chance, our eyes met. In that moment, her face displayed a mix of humiliation and resentment. However, in just a few seconds, everything turned numb and silent again. She was pulled away by the old man, and her son followed behind them. He noticed me and lowered his head in shame, saying, "Miss, I want to apologize."People were bustling at the mall entrance, and the sun was a bit too strong. I shielded my eyes from the intense light with my han
I didn't see Jemma again until six months later. She came to my door with red eyes, demanding an explanation.She limped towards me and asked, "Why? I did what you told me. Why won’t you let me off?"Her frustrated look had some appeal. I raised an eyebrow and casually asked her, "Jemma, what did I do?"What could I have done? All I did was take some action after learning that she had gotten involved with a new man again. Jemma still had some tricks up her sleeve. She used the old made-up story to deceive a man who cared about her. As for me, I had no choice but to find the man's contact information and tell him the truth about what happened between Jemma and Zac.She was so angry that her whole body was shaking. "How can you break your word like this!"I nodded briefly, "You can think that way if you want.""But, Jemma, recall carefully," I continued, "I only promised not to harm your son. As for you, I didn't make any promises."After a long silence, Jemma suddenly burst into tea
Later, I heard that Zac always believed he could make a comeback. He used the last of his savings for a big investment, but it all went wrong. He lost his house and car to the bank and had a huge debt. He took a job as a delivery driver and rented a dim, damp basement again.When I unexpectedly ran into Zac, he was sitting by the roadside, eating a cheap meal that cost less than ten dollars. He looked incredibly thin, with a hunched back and tanned skin. There were wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, making him appear ten years older.After finishing his meal and wiping his mouth with a tissue, he noticed me. For a moment, he instinctively looked away, trying to act like he hadn't seen me. However, he soon stood up, straightened his wrinkled clothes, and walked over to me."It's been a while," he said.I nodded and replied, "Yes, it has."Zac noticed my new car, and his back seemed even more hunched. He managed a weak smile and said, "You've been doing better and better."I didn't
After our divorce, Zac seemed to vanish for a while. His reputation had taken a hit, and despite holding the title of a company director, it was mostly an empty role. He had to sell off the dividends he'd received due to losses from his previous projects.When he reappeared, he started waiting for me downstairs day after day. I put on a coat and went down to see him. As our eyes met, his lips trembled, and he let out a bitter smile."Are you happy with how miserable I am now?" he asked.I stared at him in silence. He appeared disheveled and pitiful, but he had brought this upon himself.Tears welled up in Zac's eyes as he gazed at me, his voice filled with desperation. "Samantha, let's get back together, please? I was wrong, really wrong. Please give me a hand, save me."His face displayed immense pain, and it was hard to determine whether the greater agony stemmed from the losses he'd incurred due to the divorce or from the struggle to let go of our fourteen years together. He seem
I slowly shook my head. I looked at him, inch by inch, carefully examining the man before me, the one I had deeply loved for fourteen years.Not too long ago, he had been bragging and telling me he just needed a break. He believed that with fourteen years of love, he was confident I wouldn't leave, so he didn't care about my feelings.But those words and actions of his haunted me in the midnight hours, causing me to toss and turn in self-inflicted agony. Now, I finally see things clearly. Whether it's me or Jemma, he probably never truly loved either of us. His true love is only for himself and that never-ending craving for something new.I took out the divorce papers and gave Zac a little smile. "Let's get a divorce, Zac."His eyes stayed fixed on those divorce papers as I handed him the pen. "Sign it."His hand shook when he took the pen, and his voice sounded rough, "Samantha, you're being really cruel."Maybe I was a bit cruel, but if I forgave everything, then all the pain I'd b
What Jemma wanted was simply the identity of a wealthy wife. As for who the man was, she didn't care.As for Zac, it was purely because he had gone off course in this relationship, and he had forgotten how much he used to love me. After we moved into the new house, he installed security cameras in our home because he was worried about my safety when he went on frequent business trips and I was left alone at home. Ironically, it was these forgotten security cameras that captured clear footage of the intimate scenes between him and Jemma when I wasn't at home. They also recorded how Jemma had instigated the two-year-old child at the staircase to pour shower gel. As for the furniture and shattered wedding photos, it was all her doing.At this moment, Zac was shocked, stiff as a rock. "So, you've known about all of this..."I interrupted him abruptly. "Speaking of Jemma, she was simply interested in your money. “Her main concern was securing her son's future. Jemma spent many years wit
Overnight, the CEO of Saunders Corporation, Zac Saunders, found himself in a sexual assault scandal that made it to the headlines. Keywords like workplace harassment, forced socializing, and non-consensual relationships quickly pieced together a story.In a long video, Jemma cried, her face filled with sadness and anger, as she shared her painful history with the world. She talked about being pressured by Zac into a relationship and forced to accompany him to social events.With his police summons for investigation, the headlines and Jemma's claims were confirmed. Even though Zac was released from the police station quickly, the evidence was against him. He couldn't refute the accusations and had to bear the consequences.In a fit of anger, Zac repeatedly called Jemma’s number, but she remained unreachable. Little did he know that, right after cooperating with the police investigation, Jemma had already deactivated her phone card and gone into hiding.If Zac wanted to salvage the s
After Zac left, Jemma also came to the hospital room, dressed inconspicuously with a baseball cap and a mask, attempting to conceal her identity. I asked her, "Are you ready with your preparations?"Jemma looked at me with a blank expression, hesitating for a moment before speaking, "Miss Lewis, you and Zac are married for so many years. Are you really going to be so heartless towards him?"I picked up a glass of water and took a sip, giving her a slight glance. "If I show mercy to him, it means I'll be ruthless to you. How does that sound?"The atmosphere momentarily grew tense. Jemma was stunned for a while before realizing her lapse in judgment. She quickly stood up and said, "Miss Lewis, rest assured, I will do my best."She was about to leave when I called out, tapping the edge of the bed with my hand. "Jemma," I said, "Don't entertain any devious thoughts. Think about your son.""I... I understand," she stammered. Watching her hurriedly depart, my thoughts were somewhat perple
Zac Saunders truly lived up to his reputation as a charmer in the business world. He effortlessly used fancy words and acted convincingly. I looked away and nonchalantly replied, "You've got it wrong. You're the one who cares too much about what others think.""All your clichéd arguments won't change my mind," I added. "And, let's be honest, you're not entirely against the idea of divorce. It’s just that you know that you won't find a better partner than me."I tilted my head and gave him a piercing look. "Plus, I have options, plenty of them," I asserted. "Without you, I'll do even better, but on the other hand, your future may not be as bright."In the past, I was like a vine, almost inseparable from him as I grew alongside him. Our relationship was always about sticking together through thick and thin, with a continuous flow of warmth and affection between us. This kind of confrontational situation, where we tore away the facade of love, was the first of its kind. Stripping awa