In the fifth year of our marriage, I did something stupid. I sent Xavier Sullivan’s most beloved little bird out of the country, hoping he would have a change of heart. But when he found out, he said nothing. Instead, in an instant, he bankrupted my family, forced my father to kneel, and turned my mother’s hair white overnight. Now he stands before me, his face dark with anger, ready to lay hands on me. “Aria, I blame myself for being too good to you, letting you lose your sense of boundaries,” Xavier says coldly. “Now it’s your turn to taste a fate worse than death.” After Xavier utters these words, I finally look up at him. Four years of dating, five years of marriage. We’ve spent the best years of our youth together. I never imagined we’d end up like this. My hand unconsciously touches my belly. I’m almost three months pregnant. But Xavier seems not to notice, only darkly questioning: “I’ll give you one last chance. Where did she go?” I want to laugh coldly. But my one moment of willfulness has already cost my entire family their livelihood. “Let my parents go, and I’ll tell you,” I say. Xavier nods. He walks over slowly and, catching me off guard, grabs my throat, forcing me to look up at him. “Aria, don’t push your luck,” he growls. “Finding out where Mia is is just a matter of time for me. What right do you have to bargain?” The intense feeling of suffocation makes me gag reflexively, my face turning red, blood vessels bulging. I grit my teeth, sudden fear and despair making my skin crawl, but I still manage to shout with all my might: “So you can make my father kneel to you?!” “That’s my dad!” Xavier just stares at me expressionlessly, his grip inhumanly strong. I stare back into his eyes, tears forced out. Dark and crazed. I have no doubt he would strangle me to death over another woman. Just as I’m about to suffocate, Xavier releases his hand. I gasp violently, my body shaking uncontrollably from the aftershock, curled up on the sofa. In almost an instant, memories of the past flash through my mind. I suddenly can’t control myself and start sobbing loudly. For the past we can’t return to, for this hopeless marriage. And for how pitiful I’ve become. Xavier just stands in front of me, unmoved. He doesn’t even give me time to catch my breath before grabbing my chin again, his tone icy: “I’ll ask you one last time. Where did you send my Mia?”
Xavier left. He got the information he wanted from me and rushed out of the room without stopping. I clearly saw the joy of relief on his face in that instant. My husband has already gone mad for another woman. I wipe away my tears and immediately contact my parents, preparing to move out overnight. I thought my father would scold me, but he just comforts me, his aging voice choked with sobs: “Our little Aria has suffered. Dad doesn’t blame you. Let’s just leave.” After hanging up the phone, guilt and despair overwhelm me. Xavier and I fell in love in college and got married right after graduation. The Sullivan family is wealthy and powerful. For my father, marrying into the Sullivan family was something he never dared to dream of before. He had his concerns, worried I might be bullied. My family has no status, no one to stand up for me. Back then, I confidently told my father that Xavier loved me so much, he would never let me suffer. He would prepare gifts for me on every holiday, generously introduce me to all kinds of friends. When we were apart, he would say he missed me countless times every day, get jealous if others looked at me too long, his eyes turning red with anger. He once said: “Aria, you know, everyone in the Sullivan family is a twisted monster. Only you have taught me what love is.” Xavier was insecure, always needing reassurance of my love over and over. I could only hold him tenderly, again and again, until he fell asleep quietly in my arms. I thought we would be like this until we grew old together, so when his affection dropped off a cliff, I panicked immediately. Mia Parker was a fresh college graduate. The first time I heard her name was from Xavier’s secretary. The secretary said, “Young girls these days have no creativity. The whole ‘throw coffee on the boss’ routine is so outdated.” I listened to it as a joke and didn’t pay much attention. But not long after, Mia became Xavier’s personal assistant, breaking all precedent. He would take Mia horseback riding. When Mia couldn’t ride, Xavier would hold her in front of him, the two of them slowly trotting on one horse. Mia didn’t understand the social graces of the business world. Xavier patiently guided her, even personally teaching her how to brew tea. Some tactless business partners made jokes about Mia. Xavier, usually calm and composed, immediately sent that person to the hospital with a beating. Xavier didn’t seem to have any intention of hiding it. His fondness for Mia was known to all. By the time the news reached my ears, the two were already holding hands at various banquets, kissing amid others’ teasing remarks. Looking at the photos others sent me, I got angry at Xavier for the first time. Xavier just sat in his executive chair, silently watching me. His eyes seemed to say I was making a fuss over nothing. “Aria, you’re almost thirty. Why fight with a young girl?” “When you were in your early twenties, I doted on you the same way, didn’t I?” At that moment, I felt like I’d fallen into an icy abyss. I finally understood. Xavier’s love was very singular. He only loved young women, and I had passed that stage. I originally wanted to just get a divorce, but then I found out I was pregnant. I wanted to make one last effort for my child and family, so I had my father find some people to send Mia abroad. The result was predictable. Nine years of love, and I turned out to be nothing to Xavier. I lost everything.
My father asked for three days to prepare. Since we had already offended the Sullivan family, we no longer had a place in this country. I took this opportunity to schedule an abortion for that day. Since the love was gone, there was really no need to keep Xavier’s child. There would be plenty of young girls to bear children for him anyway. But the doctor said my gestational sac was too large and could only be handled through induced labor, which required hospitalization. But I could only stay in this city for three days, so I had no choice but to postpone this matter. On the way back, I consulted a lawyer about divorce. When they heard it was Xavier Sullivan’s case, they all backed out. “Mrs. Sullivan, Mr. Sullivan’s company has a professional legal team. I’m afraid we’re not qualified to intervene in this matter.” I understood and didn’t push them. After marrying Xavier, I became a full-time housewife. He said he didn’t want me in the public eye, and I foolishly listened for five years. Now all my social connections have gone through Xavier’s hands. I can’t even find anyone to help me. It doesn’t matter. Once he brings Mia back, the divorce should be easy. I roughly sorted through the things at home. I didn’t take any valuables, just some seasonal clothes and identification documents. Pregnancy always made me tired. By evening, I had fallen asleep on the sofa while packing. Until the next day, when the door to my house was opened from the outside. I sat up in fright. To my surprise, Xavier had returned. And he was holding hands with a young girl – Mia. She looked especially fresh-faced. Photos probably only captured half of her beauty. Mia was carrying several luxury brand shopping bags, and the diamonds on her high heels nearly blinded me. It seems he had already placated her. My heart sank. I really didn’t expect Xavier to come back so quickly. I couldn’t help but put my hand on my neck. The feeling of suffocation seemed to return, and I was actually a little afraid of Xavier. I swallowed hard, unable to resist standing up from the sofa. Xavier brought Mia in front of me. In front of me, he smiled and tidied Mia’s hair, then turned to look at me with a bland expression. “Aria, apologize to Mia.”
I could hardly believe my ears. Even if we had torn our relationship apart, he had ruined my family’s livelihood, and even tried to strangle me yesterday. I thought those things were already inhumanly cruel. Now he wants me to apologize to his mistress? Seeing me stunned, Xavier simply grabbed my chin, turning my face towards Mia. “Didn’t you hear? I told you to apologize to Mia.” Xavier is a businessman. He knows too well how to shatter a person’s heart. Even if the person in front of him is his wife of many years. Since entering the house, Mia hadn’t looked at me directly. She lowered her eyes, slightly pursing her lips. Without saying a word, she put on an act of having suffered greatly, inviting sympathy. “Mr. Sullivan, there’s no need for this,” Mia said softly. “My position is already improper. It’s natural for this lady to dislike me.” That’s what she said, but I clearly saw Mia roll her eyes up slightly, glaring at me. Seeing that I remained silent, Mia tugged at Xavier’s sleeve again. “Mr. Sullivan, I’m a bit tired. I want to rest for a while.” Xavier kissed Mia’s cheek, his tone gentle: “Alright, go rest in the bedroom first.” Mia’s big eyes glanced at me, her tone doubtful: “This is your home. Where should I go to rest?” Xavier generously led her to our bedroom, his intentions clear. My whole body trembled uncontrollably. I bit my teeth hard to keep myself from going crazy and cursing loudly. I tried my best to calm my breathing. Watching Xavier escort her properly into the room, I finally spoke hoarsely to his back: “Xavier Sullivan, let’s get a divorce.” “You’ve trampled my dignity like garbage. You’ve destroyed my parents’ life’s work in an instant.” I stared at him with reddened eyes, forcing myself to stay calm: “It’s all my fault. My fault for being blind back then.” Hearing this, Xavier actually raised an eyebrow slightly. He stood in front of me with his hands in his pockets, that handsome face close to my eyes. His expression was malicious. There was even a meaningful look I couldn’t understand. “Who said I want to divorce you?” “As long as you behave and don’t do anything out of line, you’re still my wife, the wealthy Mrs. Sullivan.” I stared at him in disbelief: “What do you take me for?” Unexpectedly, Xavier stood up and waved his hand dismissively: “Don’t pull this act. Wasn’t it the Sullivan family status you were after when you dated and married me in the first place?” “Aria, you know very well how much your father’s career advanced after you married me. Now you’re pulling this divorce stunt?” I stood there dumbfounded, my mind blank. But Xavier didn’t give me any further explanation. He loosened his tie and returned to the master bedroom where Mia was. Perhaps I had experienced too many shocks lately. Upon learning that Xavier viewed my feelings for him this way, besides shock, I also felt a bit ridiculous. At this moment, Mia poked her head out of the master bedroom again. She had changed into a bathrobe, her hair loose, her cheeks flushed. “Sister, I’m a bit hungry. Mr. Sullivan said your cooking is delicious,” Mia said with a bright smile. “You’ve been a housewife for so many years, you must have lots of specialties. Could you please go buy some groceries and come back later?” As soon as Mia finished speaking, she was pulled back inside, the door slamming shut. I said nothing, just took off my wedding ring and threw it in the trash. Taking one last look at this house full of irony, I realized letting go could be this easy. Before I could hear any nauseating sounds, I turned and left. There’s no need to rack your brains to drive me away. I won’t stay a moment longer in this rotten place.
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