The first time my billionaire wife was drugged with an aphrodisiac, I rushed over. But when I got there, her fitness trainer ran out of our house—completely naked. Before I could speak, Scarlett dropped to her knees, begging, “Alex, I made a mistake. The drug was too strong—I couldn’t control myself.” Two months later, Scarlett was drugged again. I stood outside and heard someone say, “Scarlett, you take that aphrodisiac every time we’re together. Aren’t you scared you might die?” Her voice was hoarse as she said, “No. I don’t care. I’d even die in your arms.” Turns out, the whole drug story was a lie. So I pulled out my phone and canceled the IVF procedure. Then my phone rang. A woman purred, “Divorce her, Alex. Seriously.” I said, “Okay.” The woman on the other end paused, then, after a long silence, she said: “Really?” Listening to the moans wafting from the room, I nodded: “Really.” After hanging up, I drove back to the oceanfront house Scarlett had custom-built for me. Memories of our past flooded my mind. Ten years of dating, seven years of marriage. I’d stood by Scarlett through thick and thin, from having nothing to owning everything. Countless nights, she would pant softly in my ear, squeezing my hand tightly: “Alex, I promise I’ll never let you down.” I believed her. I thought we’d be different, but it seems we couldn’t escape the seven-year itch after all. My heart ached, and tears welled up in my eyes, silently streaming down my face. Scarlett, You ultimately let me down. After a long while, I got up and went to my study. I printed out a divorce agreement. With careful strokes, I signed my name. Just as my pen lifted from the paper, Scarlett called. “Alex, drive to City General Hospital right away! Jax is bleeding badly… down there.” Scarlett sounded eerily calm. In our seven years of marriage, even when I’d nearly bled out from a stomach ulcer trying to help her, I’d never seen her so distraught. Driven by a doctor’s instinct, I rushed to the hospital. When I arrived at the emergency room, I saw Scarlett embracing Jax, her fitness trainer, comforting him endlessly: “Don’t worry, I won’t let anything happen to you.” Seeing me, she immediately screamed: “Alex, quickly, save him! Please, I beg you, save him!” I forced down the bitterness in my heart, pulled over a gurney, and gestured for her to help him onto it. On the way to the operating room, Jax, leaning in Scarlett’s arms, whined: “Scarlett… am I going to die? I’m only 19, I haven’t even gotten married yet… Waaah…” Scarlett’s face was filled with tender pity: “Don’t be silly, of course not! We still have a long future together!” Jax wasn’t giving up: “Then… then can you tell me you love me? I’m scared I won’t make it…” Scarlett hesitated for a few seconds. Before I could even turn my head, I heard her seductive voice: “Jax, I love you! I fell for you ages ago!” In that moment, a resounding *boom* echoed, and my heart felt like it was ripped to shreds. Her sweet declarations only stopped at the operating room doors. During the examination, Jax remained conscious because he was under local anesthesia. His expression, which had been pitiful when he was brought in, turned to outright defiance the moment he saw me. “Alex, do you know why I was bleeding? It’s because Scarlett was so tight, I had her pressed against the sink, that’s what caused it.” I ignored him, but Jax wouldn’t quit, continuing to spew details about him and Scarlett. I forced myself to remain composed, completed the surgery, and then went to wash my face. The moment I opened the door, Scarlett ran to me like a maniac: “Alex, how is he? Is he okay?” I kept my face expressionless: “Excessive blood engorgement due to strenuous activity. He can be discharged after one night of observation if there are no complications.” As soon as I finished speaking, Scarlett fainted. I took her to an examination room and discovered she was pregnant, just over two months along. Scarlett was stunned too, a smile she couldn’t suppress playing on her lips. After a long moment, she noticed me, dropping to her knees with a thud. “Alex… he was my first, and now I’m pregnant….” “Please, please let me have this baby, and take responsibility for him this one time!” “I promise we’ll go back to how things were. And since you have a low sperm count, once the baby is born, I’ll bring him back for you to raise!” My eyes instantly welled up. I lowered my gaze, not wanting her to see. “Okay.” Scarlett, I’ll grant your wish. Go ahead and take full responsibility.
The next morning, I was woken by a noisy commotion downstairs. As soon as I descended, I saw Scarlett and Jax walking through the door, their arms laden with the latest season’s luxury goods. Seeing me, a flicker of panic crossed her eyes, and she quickly explained: “Alex, the hospital is too crowded, it’s not good for his recovery. I thought the ocean view would cheer him up, so I brought him back here.” “Can he stay with us for a while? Just until the baby is born, then I’ll make him leave.” Before I could reply, Jax approached me, his face a mask of sincerity: “Alex, thanks to you yesterday, otherwise Scarlett and my baby might not have made it.” Then, he took a step closer, and in a voice only we could hear, he whispered in my ear: “Alex, I truly pity you. First, I got your wife pregnant, and now she’s brought me back to your house. Tell me, what’s next? Becoming Mr. Miller and replacing you?” His face was full of provocation, but I simply smiled faintly. “Sure, Mr. Miller’s position is all yours.” Jax suddenly grabbed my arm, his eyes reddening: “Alex, you… you misunderstood me! I’m not trying to steal your position, or take Scarlett away…” With that, he dropped to his knees before me, his bandaged leg hitting the floor with a thud. “Alex, I made a mistake, I’m so sorry! I shouldn’t have volunteered to be Ms. Scarlett’s ‘antidote,’ and I certainly shouldn’t have gotten her pregnant!” “But I truly don’t want to ruin your marriage with Scarlett. I just really want to have this child, I promise… once the baby is born, I’ll disappear far away, I won’t bother you again!” Jax’s eyes instantly filled with tears, as if he’d suffered some unimaginable grievance. Scarlett wrapped her arms around him from behind, then looked at me with a coldness I’d never seen before. “Alex, what do you mean by this? Didn’t you promise me I could have this child?!” “If you have any complaints, take them out on me. Why are you making things difficult for a mere fitness trainer?!” Jax’s face was pale, and he curled up in Scarlett’s embrace, weakly saying: “No… it’s not Jax’s fault, it’s mine. I’m the one who wronged him!” “I… we’ll go to the hospital right now and get rid of this baby! I promise we won’t bother you anymore!” He started to get up, but Scarlett frantically held him tight. “No, Jax, you did nothing wrong.” Then she looked at me coldly: “Alex, apologize!” I scoffed: “Why should I?” Scarlett’s eyes were bloodshot: “Because you made things difficult for him!” Jax, seeing this, grabbed my hand: “Scarlett, don’t be angry with Alex. She’s just upset and spoke thoughtlessly.” “How could I possibly let you apologize to me? No, it’s all my fault.” I violently shook him off: “Are you done acting?” No sooner had the words left my mouth than Scarlett angrily shoved me from behind. My groin slammed against the corner of the coffee table, a sharp pain making me break out in a cold sweat. “Alex, you truly are unrepentant! How dare you lay a hand on him in front of me!” “I’ll say it again: apologize to him!” I met Scarlett’s gaze head-on, stating clearly: “Impossible!” “I will never apologize to him!” Scarlett’s expression instantly darkened. She grabbed my hair and forcefully dragged me into the kitchen. Then she ordered her bodyguards to bring a full basket of mangoes. “Since you won’t admit your mistake, then try this…” I looked up in disbelief, screaming: “Scarlett, are you insane?!” “Have you forgotten I’m allergic to mangoes? You’re trying to kill me!” Her voice was utterly cold: “I know. But you hurt Jax, so you deserve to pay the price.” With that, unpeeled mangoes were forcibly shoved into my mouth. I desperately shook my head, but the bodyguards, following her instructions, held my shoulders firmly. An unending stream of fruit pulp entered my throat. Instantly, my whole body itched, and my breathing became rapid. In a haze, I remembered when we first got married. I accidentally ate a tiny piece of cake with mango filling, and Scarlett, eyes red and frantic, rushed me to the hospital, insisting on staying by my side for three days and three nights. After that, it became a rule every housekeeper knew: no mangoes were allowed in the house. But now, everything had changed… Gradually, I couldn’t breathe. Before I passed out, I heard Scarlett’s utterly cold voice: “Force-feed him all the mangoes. Don’t leave a single piece!”
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