The day I left the hospital, Liam came to pick me up. He brought my favorite cake, and a divorce agreement. There was no trace of guilt on his face. “Chloe’s coming back from abroad, so…” I looked at the words on the divorce agreement: The company belongs to the man, all other assets belong to the woman and child. Perfect. Just what I wanted. But I still frowned slightly, feigning displeasure. “Liam, we worked so hard to build this company together over the years. Are you really so eager to kick me out?” Liam handed me the pen. “You know, we started this company to fulfill Chloe’s dream. So, everything else can be yours, except the company.” I snatched the pen from his hand and signed it immediately, terrified he might change his mind. Liam seemed surprised that I neither cried nor made a scene. “Four years together, and you have no lingering feelings at all?” I glanced at the baby in my arms, then smiled at him. “I wish you and Ms. Chloe a long and happy life.” After leaving the hospital, Liam couldn’t wait to drive me to the county clerk’s office. The moment I held the divorce certificate, I saw a happiness on his face I hadn’t seen in a long time. He looked down at me. “I still need to go home later to pack up my things and move out.” “Okay, no problem,” I replied, my voice gentle and calm. Liam stared at me. “You seem different from before.” “Different how?” I tilted my head, smiling widely at him. “I thought you would…” “Make a huge scene? Or cling to you and beg you not to go? Or use our child to desperately plead with you?” I chuckled. “Hurry home and pack your stuff. Ms. Chloe’s flight is probably tonight, right? Don’t miss her.” It was evening by the time I got home. The baby was sleeping soundly, soothed by the nanny. Liam looked at Leo, lost in thought. “Have you thought of a name for him?” I found Liam’s feigned concern amusing. His heart was already at the airport, yet he was still putting on this act of being a good dad for me. But I answered calmly, “Leo. L-E-O.” Liam furrowed his brows. “Leo? This is a Master’s child.” I smiled at him. “Master’s child? The divorce agreement clearly states the child belongs to me.” I paused. “But you’ll always be his father. When Leo grows up, if you want to see him, I won’t stop you.” Liam sighed, a flicker of guilt finally crossing his face. “Thank you, Aria. I won’t shortchange you two on his future child support.” “No need,” I firmly refused him. “I can afford to raise him. You should go pursue your own happiness first.” Liam glanced down at his phone. “Alright then, goodbye.” “Mmm, goodbye.” With that, I waved to Liam, then slowly closed the door. Finally, I was free of him.
After Liam left, I blocked him from all my contacts, then swiftly listed the three houses we owned online. Their total price was about 5% below market value. Soon, all the properties found buyers. I used the money from two of the houses to buy a new house in a good school district outright. The remaining funds I put into a bank account to earn interest, keeping a certain amount of cash flow to seize the right opportunity to rebuild my career. Until a strange number called me. “Is this Aria? This is Chloe.” Why would Chloe call me? I slowly spoke. “It’s me. What’s wrong?” Her voice was anxious. “Liam, he… he got into a car accident. My blood type doesn’t match his. Can you come and donate blood for him?” Are you kidding me? Liam and I had been divorced for almost half a year. I heard Liam married Chloe the day after we divorced. And now you remember me for a blood transfusion? Do you think I’m some kind of pushover? “I’m sorry, Ms. Chloe. Liam and I have no connection whatsoever anymore. You’ve got the wrong person.” Her voice on the other end caught, and she sniffled. “But I just got back to the country. I don’t know anyone else here. I only know you! Please, save him!” Just got back? Only knows me? Chloe’s audacity was thicker than rusted steel. “Ms. Chloe, you haven’t been in the country for a while, so you might underestimate our medical facilities. As far as I know, Liam doesn’t have a rare blood type. There’s plenty of blood in the blood bank. You should be looking for a doctor right now, not me.” With that, I quickly hung up.
Liam and I met on a blind date. I was 26 then, and my family was pressuring me to get married. Liam was the most eligible of all my blind dates. He was gentle, tall, and handsome, a master’s graduate from a prestigious university, with a紳士-like demeanor in every gesture. I asked him, “Is this your first relationship?” He seemed a little shy, lowering his head and smiling. “To be honest, this is my first time dating.” “First time?” Liam looked at my widened eyes. “Is it that hard to believe?” He then began to pursue me relentlessly. Liam hadn’t lied to me. He just hadn’t told me that in his heart, he’d always secretly loved another woman, his dream girl. After we married, Liam and I co-founded a film and television company. We started from scratch, and in recent years, the young artists we signed had begun to make a name for themselves. When we were registering the company, I asked Liam what we should call it. Liam blurted out almost immediately, “Let’s call it Dreamscape Media.” And I only found out the origin of the company’s name three years into our marriage. That day, he was completely drunk. The driver helped him upstairs, his意识 already hazy. In the three years we’d been together, it was the first time I’d seen him drink to such an extent. He kept mumbling, “Chloe, Chloe, I miss you so much.” Chloe? Who was Chloe?
I had imagined countless possibilities and prepared for the worst. Throughout the night, Liam got up to throw up several times, and I stayed by his side, taking care of him all night long. The next morning, Liam saw me dozing by his bedside and gently stroked my face, a pained look in his eyes. “You must be exhausted, honey.” I smiled. “Last night, I kept hearing you call out Chloe’s name. Who is Chloe?” Liam hadn’t expected me to ask so directly. He abruptly sat up in bed. After a long pause, he finally spoke. “Chloe and I don’t have the kind of relationship you’re thinking of.” “Then what kind of relationship is it?” I asked him. He lit a cigarette. “Chloe and I grew up together. She went abroad a few years ago. But don’t worry, nothing ever happened between us.” Disappointment coursed through me, from my head to my toes. I looked at the man who had shared my bed for over three years, and suddenly, I barely recognized him. I sneered, “So, all these years, you’ve been traveling to the UK for work trips just to see her?” Liam lowered his head in silence, not speaking for a long time. From that day on, Liam and I became strangers living under the same roof. But fate truly has a twisted sense of humor; two months later, during a check-up, I discovered I was pregnant. For the sake of the child, I considered giving him another chance because I didn’t want my baby to grow up without a father. When the baby was four or five months along, I showed him my prenatal check-up results. Liam’s eyes lit up with surprise. “Why didn’t you tell me about something so important sooner!” “Do you even care?” I shot back. “Of course!” Liam happily hugged me. “You and the baby are the most important people to me.” I looked at Liam. He wasn’t a good husband, but perhaps he could be an adequate father?
But as much hope as I had, that was how much disappointment I would face. Liam spent money to get me into the best private hospital. As my due date approached, I spent my days confined to bed, but Liam rarely visited. He always said, “With you gone, I have to manage the company. I’m too busy. I’ll come see you when I have time.” The day I went into labor, I almost had a difficult birth, staying in the delivery room for over ten hours. But Liam never showed up. After giving birth, I lay weakly in the hospital bed. Beside me was Liam’s assistant, Megan. “Congratulations, you were amazing, ma’am.” I smiled at her. “Where’s Mr. Master?” She scratched her head awkwardly. “Mr. Master said he had an important client arriving today, so he went to the airport to pick them up. He’ll come to see you as soon as he’s done.” I knew every important client of the company. I looked up at her. “What important client? More important than his wife giving birth?” The young assistant stammered a bit. “Mr. Master didn’t specify the details. You’ve just given birth and you’re still very weak, so please get some rest.” I looked at the young woman, who looked fresh out of college, and didn’t want to make it harder for her. “Mmm.” It was the third day after childbirth before I finally saw Liam. He brought a large bouquet of fresh flowers, presenting them to me. “You worked hard, honey.” Then he leaned down and kissed my forehead. He then looked at our son beside me. “My son looks just like me.” I looked at Liam and just felt disgusted. The emotions I’d been brewing finally erupted at that moment. My tears flowed uncontrollably, pattering onto the blanket, startling Liam. I sobbed, “Liam, where have you been these past few days? You don’t know, I was in labor for over ten hours, I almost died on the operating table. You once said that the baby and I were the most important people to you. Why couldn’t you be by my side?” By then, I was crying uncontrollably, but I made sure to cry even louder. I was putting on this whole show for Liam! Because only this way could I make Liam feel even more guilty. Already weak, my face began to turn pale from all the crying. “Liam, I can’t stop you from having someone else in your heart. If you feel like I’m superfluous, I can stop being Mrs. Master. But can’t you just give a little bit of your love to me and our child when I need you most, even just a tiny bit?” Liam frowned, his face solemn. “I’m sorry, Aria. I’ve failed you.” I turned my head, wiped away my tears, and then forced a strained smile at him. “Don’t say you’re sorry. You’re my husband, my child’s father, and the person I love most.” The words made me feel sick to my stomach, but they had the desired effect on Liam.
From that day on, Liam started visiting me and the baby in the hospital room frequently, acting like a good father. Except, every time he came, I would cry. I’d cry about how difficult things had been for me, how much I’d gone through by his side building his career over the years, and how much I loved him. Because I knew, with his personality, he would soon grow tired of it, and then he would yearn even more for his dream girl. That would bring him one step closer to asking for a divorce himself. And these words of mine were like a form of manipulation, ensuring he’d feel more guilty when he brought up the divorce, thus giving me more compensation. But what Liam didn’t know was that I knew about every single meeting he had with his dream girl over those months. Ever since I learned of Chloe’s existence, I had hired a private investigator. Every time Chloe’s plane landed, I knew. Finally, after I cried for 40 days straight, Liam finally exploded. He roared at me, “Aria, aren’t you annoying? It’s the same words every single day. You might not be tired of saying them, but I’m sick of hearing them! I never realized before that you were such a difficult person. Look around this entire hospital, is there anyone as unreasonable as you? You’re like some crazy, nagging woman.” Unreasonable? A nagging woman? I suppressed the fury in my heart and quietly asked him, “What do you want?” Liam was silent for a long time. “Let’s get a divorce. I’ll bring the divorce papers tomorrow.” With that, he turned and stormed out of the hospital room. But what Liam didn’t know was that I had already made up my mind to divorce him. Because, he couldn’t live much longer. My thoughts pulled back from the past, and I kept replaying Chloe’s phone call, wondering what her intention was.
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