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He knew I’d always loved him deeply. Despite his countless mistakes, I chose to forgive him every single time.
And me? For my smallest errors, he’d give me the silent treatment. I’d end up begging him for another chance, pleading with him to come home and eat the meals I’d prepared. Just a simple
compliment from him would make my entire day.
But no matter how much coldness I received, I never mentioned divorce.
Because I loved him. I voluntarily chose all of this.
Now I finally understood how cheap my love was in his eyes.
This time, the divorce was real.
With that thought, I slipped the betting contract into my purse. “I’ll keep my word.”
“See that you do,” he nodded, standing up and intertwining his fingers with Kinsley’s as they went to cut the cake for everyone.
I stood behind, watching their silhouettes. Every move they made looked like that of a deeply in love married couple.
Yet as I observed this scene, I felt strangely… nothing.
Kinsley walked over and handed me a slice of cake.
‘Mason says you’re used to taking care of me. He’s worried I’ll be picky during pregnancy, so he wants you to keep looking after me until the baby’s born.”
‘But honestly, I suggest you keep your word about leaving. It would be so embarrassing if you talk
big about divorce but then pathetically hang around the family.”
Looking at her elaborate, luxurious gown, memories flooded back.
Years ago, just because Kinsley mentioned she liked a dress I made, Mason forced me to quit my job as a high–end fashion designer to stay home and make clothes exclusively for her.
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Though I resented it and cried in private where Mason couldn’t see, I still complied.
When Kinsley received the first outfit I made for her, she twirled happily in front of Mason, and I was rewarded with an affectionate pat on my head from him that day.
From then on, every piece of Kinsley’s clothing came from my hands–selecting fabrics, sketching designs, cutting patterns, and sewing them together.
I’d work until my vision blurred with exhaustion, but I didn’t care. I knew that when Kinsley was happy, Mason would be happy too. Then he might show me attention–massage my shoulders. briefly or gift me a necklace I liked. So everything felt worthwhile.
Even though I knew he was only being nice to me for Kinsley’s sake.
Looking back now, I guess I was pathetic. But I’ve had enough. I won’t degrade myself anymore or live according to Mason’s moods.
At the thought of this, I took a deep breath and accepted the cake from Kinsley’s hand without a
word, just grimly waiting for the party to end.
On the way home, for the first time, I voluntarily gave up the front passenger seat to Kinsley. As soon
as Mason got in the car, Kinsley clutched his arm and pouted, “Mason, I’m still terrified this baby
might not make it to term like our previous one.”
“If this child doesn’t survive, it’ll be all my fault. I couldn’t go on living.”
Her voice cracked as she wiped away tears.
Mason’s face softened with concern. “I won’t let that happen again,” he promised, furrowing his
brow.
“I’ll protect you and the baby. I won’t let either of you suffer even the slightest harm.”
Her words must have cemented his resolve.
Just before reaching our house, the car suddenly swerved and headed straight for the nearest hospital. While I was still wondering if this was for a prenatal checkup, I heard Mason coldly
instruct the doctor:
“Remove her fallopian tubes.”
Instantly, cold sweat broke out all over my body. I grabbed Mason’s sleeve with trembling hands,
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begging: “Mason, we can sign divorce papers as soon as we get home. I won’t be jealous of Kinsley. I would never harm your child with her.”
“You have nothing to worry about!”
But no matter how much I pleaded, even kneeling on the floor, Mason was unmoved.
He glared at me furiously: “Aria, do you really think I’d believe anything you say?”
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