The night my husband came home reeking of another woman, I finally understood one thing: he would burn the world for his mistress but never spare a single glance for me. I watched him chase scandals, flaunt fireworks for seven nights, and humiliate our marriage online—until I chose my own ending. On our anniversary, I handed him a gift he never expected. On the seventh day after finding his mistress, Damian finally came home. Seeing me sitting quietly at the dining table, he was momentarily surprised. “It’s so late, you’re not asleep yet?” Wariness and impatience immediately rose in his eyes. “Out with it. What drama do you want to make this time?” Ever since his mistress had disappeared, he had caused a citywide uproar trying to find her. Our interactions had turned into endless arguments. But this time, I swallowed all my emotions. I didn’t ask why he had to make such a public display of affection, setting off fireworks for seven days and nights for her. I didn’t ask why he had to trample on my dignity like this, turning me into a joke all over the internet. I just glanced lightly at the lipstick mark on his collar and said softly, “I prepared a gift for you.” Damian froze, his gaze sweeping over the cold dishes on the table. He suddenly seemed to remember something. Then he softened his expression: “Sorry, I forgot it’s our fourth wedding anniversary today.” “I’ll make it up to you with a gift later.” As he spoke, he moved closer to me in a gesture of goodwill, something he hadn’t done in a long time. But as soon as I smelled the perfume on him, I instinctively turned my face away. His relaxed brow immediately furrowed again. “I knew you were going to give me the cold shoulder. I’m going to take a shower!” I watched his back disappear up the stairs, then looked at the unopened gift on the table, my heart filled with sorrow. I followed him upstairs. His phone was charging on the dresser, constantly lighting up. In less than an hour since they’d parted, his precious mistress had already sent a string of messages. [I miss you a little already.] [Waaah, you beast, after torturing me for seven days and nights, I just realized I can’t get out of bed!!!] [What are you going to do about it??] [Your punishment is to dream of me tonight! Hehe.] The heart I thought was already dead suddenly ached again. Then the pain spread to my organs and limbs. Just then, I felt a gaze pinned on me. I looked up abruptly to see Damian standing there, coldly staring at me, a mocking smile on his lips. “Seen enough?” “Don’t tell me you’re still not used to it, Mrs. Yan.”
The next day. Damian left early in the morning. And that gift was still sitting quietly on the dining table. I sat down and untied the ribbon wrapped around it, taking out the divorce papers I had signed. Actually, before last night, I hadn’t decided which gift to give him. The divorce papers, or the pregnancy test results. But during that long wait last night, feeling the night breeze and watching the grand fireworks blooming in the sky, I suddenly understood. The man I had loved deeply was already lost on the road he came from. Seven years ago, on a snowy Christmas Eve. I was studying abroad and went out to buy cold medicine, but fainted in my car. Damian, who was passing by, saved me. From then on, I fell helplessly in love. My friends warned me, “Everyone in the international student circle knows Damian has looks, money, and family background.” “Just have fun with guys like that, don’t take it seriously.” But I was already in too deep. I had seen how he was aloof in public but passionate and possessive in private. How he was always the center of attention in crowds but would childishly get jealous when others approached me. How in the heavy snow, he would always warm my cold hands and gently tuck them into his coat pocket. However, it turned out to be a self-fulfilling prophecy. After marriage, he started to change. Especially after he accidentally found out that his hated stepmother and my mom were best friends. The way he looked at me changed from sincere and passionate to doubtful, then distant, and finally without any warmth. I didn’t know if he really cared that much about it, or if he just didn’t love me anymore. He started to brazenly go out with female celebrities, getting caught up in scandals without any concern, and even kept a mistress. And I went from desperately trying to explain and salvage our relationship, to heartbroken pain, to numb acceptance. Suddenly, my reminiscing was interrupted by Damian’s assistant. She brought an exquisite gift box, saying it was the anniversary gift Mr. Yan had arranged. I opened it to find a sparkling diamond ring. Unfortunately, it wasn’t my size. I snapped back to reality, no longer dwelling on the past. I picked up the document folder and headed out.
I pushed open the door to the CEO’s office. Two overlapping figures suddenly separated. Damian’s breathing was uneven, his face slightly dark. “What are you doing here?” Then he softly reassured his startled mistress, “Vivian, go make a cup of coffee first.” The woman hurriedly fled. The atmosphere sank into silence. Seeing Damian waiting for me to speak first, I took out the document folder from my bag and handed it to him. “You haven’t opened yesterday’s gift yet.” But he raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised. “You’re not going to ask?” “No.” The man was silent for a moment, looking at me searchingly, as if he was a bit uncomfortable with this. A few seconds later, he half-explained, half-insulted: “She’s clinging to me tightly now, so I let her play at being a secretary.” In the past, I wouldn’t have been able to tolerate this for even a second, demanding to know “What am I then?” But this time, I had no reaction. I just calmly gestured to the document folder in my hand again. Damian’s eyes flickered slightly, and he stared at me thoughtfully for a few seconds before slowly taking it. A few seconds later, he looked up abruptly, staring at me in disbelief. Gradually, joy seeped into his complex expression. “You’re… pregnant?” I froze, realizing that the paper in his hand was actually the pregnancy test results! I must have taken the wrong one by mistake! Just as I was about to explain, suddenly there was a crash at the door. Vivian had fallen to the ground, cups shattering everywhere. She shot us a coquettish, resentful look, scrambled to her feet, and ran away in a fluster. Damian frowned, dropping a heavy “Wait here for me” before quickly chasing after her. But I wouldn’t wait anymore. In this four-year marriage. I had waited for his scandalous news, waited for those women’s taunting midnight messages, waited for gossiping reporters, concerned parents and friends, internet-wide ridicule… The only thing I never waited for was his change of heart. I was tired of waiting, done with it! Wiping away a falling tear. I took a cab straight to the hospital.
But I never expected. At the hospital, I ran into that pair of lovebirds again. At that moment, the woman’s palm was wrapped in several layers of bandages, cradled in the man’s arms. Damian stopped in his tracks, narrowing his eyes as he looked me up and down, “Why are you here? Didn’t I tell you to wait for me?” Then his tone cooled a few degrees, “Or did you follow us?” I twisted my lips in a ridiculous smile, wanting to tell him that I hadn’t followed them, that I was here for an abortion. But thinking there was a slight possibility he might try to stop me, I held back. However, Damian took my silence as admission. He was about to say something with a mocking look in his eyes. When Vivian beside him affectionately tugged at his arm. “Don’t fight, you two.” “Can you go get me some medicine first? Please.” After effortlessly sending Damian away, Vivian turned to me with a sincere look. “Mrs. Zhang, I’m sorry, I just wanted to ask…” “Do you like the ring I picked? ” As she spoke, she waved the bracelet on her wrist at me, her eyes curving in a smile. “Look, I have one too. It’s so expensive, worth $20,000.” My heart sank. Hah. I had thought that ring was something he casually had someone prepare. I never imagined it was him allowing her to humiliate me. I snapped back to reality, meeting her challenging gaze with a faint smile. “Miss White, do you know what the difference is between us?” “The things he gives me are marital property.” “But everything he gives you is something you’ll have to pay back one day.” The smile froze on Vivian’s lips. The next second, she left in a huff. Actually, I had someone investigate Vivian’s background long ago. On the surface, she was just an ordinary college student.
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