Chapter 4

I returned home. The moment I pushed open the door, I saw an incredibly heartwarming scene.

David sat in Steve's arms, coaxing him to tell a story.

Mila held a fruit plate, occasionally feeding Steve a grape.

Her fingers brushed Steve's lips, and Mila's face flushed.

But my eyes were fixed on what Mila was wearing—matching couple's pajamas nearly identical to Steve's.

I had once bought these and begged Steve to wear them with me. He was dismissive:

"Marta, that's too childish."

When I came back the next year, those pajamas were gone.

I always thought Steve had thrown them away.

I never imagined... they were already being worn by someone else.

I kicked the door open, startling the three people in the room.

Mila cried out and hid helplessly behind Steve.

Steve looked briefly surprised, then asked with an ugly expression:

"How... how did you get back here?"

I laughed coldly:

"My own home—why can't I come back?"

Steve was speechless. Just as he was about to say something, David in his arms already rushed over like a little cannonball.

He rammed into my lower abdomen. I slammed hard into the table corner, a piercing pain shooting through my lower back.

I stumbled and fell to the floor.

"It's all your fault! Every time you come, Mom and I have to leave home!"

"You bad woman! Don't you have your own home?! Why do you have to take over ours?!"

Steve pulled David back awkwardly, his face stern:

"Kids say the darndest things. It would be petty of you to argue with a child."

I gritted my teeth and barely managed to stand:

"Fine. I won't argue with a child."

Before a satisfied smile could appear on his face, I had already strode forward and slapped Mila across the face.

"It's the mother's fault if the child isn't taught properly. Mila! You deserved that!"

But my wrist was gripped tightly.

The next second, a burning pain spread across my cheek.

I fell to the floor, looking up at Steve with his raised hand.

He said to me coldly:

"Are you done yet, Marta?! Looks like today's lesson wasn't enough for you!"

As if suddenly remembering something, his face darkened:

"Today's bill was $10,000, and you don't have a cent on you! How did you pay?!"

Before I could speak, Mila said tearfully:

"Marta, even if you're angry with us, you can't hurt yourself!"

"No wonder that manager was smiling at you when we left. Did you... with him..."

She covered her mouth with a look of regret.

Steve's anger ignited. He looked at me with an ugly expression:

"Marta! To avoid apologizing, you'd rather sell your body?! Is this how you treat me?!"

"You're just... how can you be so cheap!"

He pointed a trembling finger toward the door:

"Get out! Get out right now!"

"Didn't you want to break up with me? Fine! Let's break up! Leave now!"

I wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth and stood up shakily:

"Steve, this is my marital home. The ones who should leave are you!"

Mila's eyes were mocking, though her tone remained gentle and patient:

"Marta, I know you put in some money initially... but Steve already transferred the property rights of this house to me. Sorry, but you'll have to leave now."

I jerked my head up to look at Steve:

"You transferred our marital home to Mila?!"

Mila walked over and took Steve's arm, saying awkwardly:

"Steve was afraid David and I wouldn't be comfortable living in someone else's house, so he transferred it to me."

"He said this way I'd have my own home..."

Though I was already disappointed, at this moment I still felt my heart being cut by knives:

"This is our marital home! The home we decorated together! Steve! How dare you!"

He looked at me coldly:

"This house is Mila's now! No amount of talking will change that."

I looked at the two of them for a long moment.

Then I laughed lightly and made a phone call.

"Send me some people."