The day I found out I was pregnant, Fu Qingze cried tears of joy.
Everyone said I was blessed to have a husband who loved me more than life itself.
But when his female best friend deliberately crashed into our car, he panicked and rushed to comfort her, full of concern.
He even hurried off to the hospital carrying her, though all she had was a scraped forehead, without so much as glancing at me as I bled beneath him.
That night, while I desperately begged the doctors to do everything they could to save my baby, he sent me divorce papers that would let us keep living under the same roof.
He said, “Shen Li, be reasonable. You already have a child, but Zhou Nan has nothing. She’s even lost the will to live. I can’t just abandon her.”
“She only wants a child now. I’ve already promised to give her one. Just wait a little longer. Once she gets pregnant, we’ll remarry.”
That night, amid pain that tore me apart, I gave up on the love I’d clung to for ten years.
If she wants a child and a title, I’ll let her have them.
I don’t want a man who could even come up with a divorce that lets us stay together, either.
