Chapter 1

By the time I returned home, it was already late into the night. The pale moonlight spilled into the living room, casting a cold, desolate glow over the space. Exhausted, I dragged myself to the bedroom, only to be greeted by the sight of the colorful wedding decor on the walls. How ironic, I thought to myself. The festive ribbons on the bed hadn't been cleared away, but I was too worn out to care. I lazily swept them off the bed and collapsed onto the soft mattress, feeling the weight of the day press down on me. As I plugged my phone in to charge, a notification "coincidentally" caught my eye—a post from Susie McKinney on her social feed. "Grateful for your presence, not a moment wasted" was the caption. The attached photo showed Hank holding her in his arms, the two of them gazing into each other's eyes, barely a centimeter apart, lips on the verge of meeting. Matching couple rings gleamed on their fingers.If it were in the past, I would have stormed over and demande

Chapter 2

I glanced at the exquisite diamond bracelet wrapped around Susie's wrist, the kind of piece that screamed seven-figure luxury. My eyes drifted back to Hank's face, steady and unbothered, before I spoke. "What I said is what I meant. You give her the bracelet, and me—what? A trinket? Do you think I'm only worth some throwaway gift?" Hank, caught off guard, blinked in awkward silence, clearly not expecting me to call him out so directly. But Susie jumped in before he could recover, her voice dripping with that practiced sweetness. "Pearl, don't be upset. Hank only gave me the bracelet because I liked it so much. But if it bothers you, I'll return it. Please, don't let this come between you two—it's not worth it."Her words oozed with innocence, but her hands never moved to take off the bracelet. Instead, she blinked up at him with teary eyes, each drop perfectly timed, slipping down her cheeks like rain on cue. And, of course, Hank folded. He pulled her into his arms like she

Chapter 3

Hank didn't come home last night. I wasn't surprised. This wasn't the first time. But as I was finishing up in the bathroom, I saw him walking in with breakfast in hand, and trailing right behind him was Susie. When he saw me, he placed the breakfast on the dining table, and for once, offered an explanation. "We stayed out late last night. Susie was scared to be alone, so I sent her home. It was already the middle of the night, so I just slept over." Susie, clinging to his arm, chimed in, her tone laced with mock innocence. "That's right, Pearl. You're not mad, are you?" I nodded without speaking. Hank seemed to pick up on my coldness, and with a rare gentleness in his voice, he placed the breakfast down and tried again. "Didn't you say you've been wanting to see that new movie? I have time today, I can take you."That movie—praised by everyone since its release—had been something I asked him about, again and again. Each time, he'd turned me down, claiming he was too

Chapter 4

"Pearl, I've told you this before," Hank snapped, his tone sharp. "You can't use your pregnancy as an excuse for your tantrums. Apologize to Susie right now, or we'll go get divorced this instant!" His words made me laugh in disbelief and anger. I reached into my bag, pulled out the divorce papers I had prepared long ago, and threw them onto the table in front of him. "Fine, let's go get divorced. Now." Hank's expression darkened the moment he saw the papers. He glared at me, his mood shifting from arrogance to something colder. "Pearl, you're still carrying our child," he said. "You're just being sensitive because of the pregnancy. I can forgive you for acting impulsively." I met his gaze, unflinching, and after a long pause, I spoke."Hank, no one knows better than you whether I'm being impulsive or not." His face froze. Susie, standing nearby, opened her mouth to speak but was cut off by Hank before she could say a word. "Susie, we need to talk in private. Please go h

Chapter 5

He gripped my wrist angrily. "What kind of attitude is this? I'm the child's father! I'm your husband! Don't I have the right to know the results of my own child's checkup?" I tried to pull my hand back, but Hank held on tightly. Fed up, I slapped him across the face. "Hank! You think you're fit to be a father?" Furious, he tightened his grip on my wrist, his voice brimming with anger."How am I not? Let me tell you, Pearl, even if we get divorced, I will fight for custody of our child. You won't even get a chance to see them again. I—" Before he could finish his threat, my father returned, holding the water he'd gone to fetch. Upon seeing the scene, he didn't hesitate—he threw a punch that landed squarely on Hank's face. "Let me tell you something—the child is gone!" my father spat. "If you want custody, go dig through a trash can!" Hank looked at me in disbelief, his hand trembling as he pointed at me, trying to say something. Before he could speak, Susie suddenly coll

Chapter 6

After they left, my mother looked at me with disapproval. "Pearl, are you really going to stay with Hank?" she asked, her voice laced with concern. "Are you afraid that after the divorce, you won't have anywhere to go? Don't worry. Even if you divorce him, your father and I will still take care of you." I was touched by her words, my eyes welling up with tears. But I shook my head and gently reassured her. "Mom, don't worry. I'm not going to stay with Hank. I have my reasons for doing this." She seemed ready to argue further, but when she saw the determination in my eyes, she simply sighed and shook her head in resignation. In the days that followed, Hank kept his word. He cut all ties with Susie, deleting and blocking every contact in front of me. He began to dote on me every day, constantly checking in to make sure I was okay, as if terrified that something might go wrong. After I was discharged from the hospital, I moved back into our marital home with him. During this

Chapter 7

The moment I held the divorce certificate in my hand, a wave of relief washed over me. I felt lighter, as if a weight had been lifted from my shoulders. Without sparing a glance at Hank's ashen face, I strode out of the courthouse, my steps brisk and full of purpose. Just as I neared the exit, I felt a tug on my wrist. Turning around, I saw him—disheveled, his eyes rimmed with red, looking at me with a pitiful expression of desperation. "Pearl… give me one more chance, please," he pleaded, his voice trembling with hope. "I can make things right, I swear. Just trust me." I shook his hand off with a smirk, my voice cold and sharp. "Hank, what are you talking about? We're divorced now. There are no more chances."He opened his mouth as if to say something else, but I had no interest in hearing him out. True to my word, I left the company in his hands, then packed my bags and headed for Xenthos—the place I had once dreamed of us spending our honeymoon. I had imagined countle

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