Chapter 1

When I asked for a divorce, Rupert Cavendish was playing with the lace lingerie his mistress had given him as a sign of love.

He sent the hotel room number to the other end before looking at the divorce papers.

“This time it’s pretty serious, my dear wife?”

I calmly answered, “I didn’t touch the card you gave me. I don’t want the house or the car; I already gave them to your lawyer.”

He stopped for two seconds, still thinking I was just acting out.

“You don’t want any of that?”

“Then what do you want? My faithfulness?”

“Baby, I’ve said it before, I love you the most, but loving only you is too boring.”

He handed me a tissue, expecting me to break down and cry like before.

But I only shook my head.

I had already given up on asking for Rupert’s faithfulness.

Now, I only wanted everything to end.

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Rupert raised his eyebrow and the surprise on his face faded.

“Yeah, seven years have gone by. You’re past the age of making a scene over a few women outside.”

“Let me guess, is it because I didn’t go with you to your pregnancy check yesterday?”

He gave a light laugh, lifting a hand to touch my lower belly.

“Wife, you’re mistaken.”

“You don’t understand, this time I dealt with a wild girl, quick to anger and very bold.”

“I even flew to Italy just to buy jewelry for you and she kept asking for it. I had to scold her properly before she settled down, which is why I was late.”

My lips turned pale for a second.

Seriously scolded her?

How?

He slept with another person and then used me as a reason.

No surprise that when the jewelry arrived, there was a piece of underwear with marks left on it.

“It’s only a pregnancy check. Aren’t four or five helpers enough for you? What am I, a grown man, doing in the maternity ward?”

Seeing that my face stayed the same, he was about to say more, but was cut off by a string of message alerts.

I answered the video call from the other side.

A soft, clingy voice came through.

“Mr. Cavendish, you’re so slow.”

“If you don’t come soon, I’ll get bored playing alone and won’t care about you anymore.”

Rupert glanced at my face without showing it.

This had happened many times before; I was much calmer than I expected.

I took a slow breath and lifted my hand to stop him.

A smile spread across Rupert’s face. “Baby, you still care about me.”

“Be good, I’ll come back soon. I’ll cook for you and the baby in your belly tonight.”

“No need. Let’s sign the divorce papers first.”

“From now on, we walk separate paths. No one will mind your cheating anymore.”

Rupert’s arm froze for a moment.

After a long pause, he held my face.

At last, he noticed the distance in my eyes.

When he spoke again, his voice turned rough without meaning to. “Primrose, jokes have limits.”

Seeing that I stayed quiet, he finally started reading the divorce agreement.

“You don’t want the house or the car?”

“You don’t want the funds I bought for you either.”

He chuckled dryly.

“You plan to have nothing and rent a broken apartment after the divorce?”

“Primrose, are you ready to suffer? Is the child in your womb ready to suffer with you?”

“I protected you too much; that’s why you’re always so sweetly naive.”

I stayed silent.

I didn’t want the house or the car because I never planned to stay here.

The child?

He didn’t know that the small life had already stopped moving on the cold operating table.