After I was diagnosed with oligospermia, my wife Emilia Duncan had to sleep with my adopted brother Gabriel Jones to have a child. Each time she had unprotected sex with Gabriel, she would force me to get a vasectomy. She claimed she was worried my sperm would affect the quality of the baby, while promising to fulfill one of my requests. Over three Christmases, I’ve had eighteen vasectomies, and Emilia has broken her promises eighteen times. The first time, I wanted to take Emilia to meet my friends, but at the last minute, she ditched me and went to a hotel with Gabriel. To apologize, I drank until I got a perforated ulcer, becoming the laughingstock of all my friends. The second time, I asked Emilia to accompany me home to visit my mother’s grave. She agreed, but halfway through the trip, she left me on an overpass because Gabriel called saying he had a cold. I was hit and broke several bones, spending three whole months in the hospital. After that, whatever request I had, Gabriel would always interfere. I’ve been angry and dissatisfied, but Emilia seemed indifferent. She said, “Your sperm quality is so poor, that’s why I’m having a baby with Gabriel. We’re still husband and wife, and you two are brothers. Why are you being so petty?” After her eighteenth broken promise, she showed me her pregnancy test results, saying she was finally pregnant with Gabriel’s child. I finally felt exhausted and pushed the divorce papers in front of her plate of spaghetti. “Let’s get divorced.” ***** My wife Emilia Duncan’s eighteenth broken promise happened at the IPO celebration of her ninety-ninth company. I organized the celebration event, but my adopted brother Gabriel Jones took all the credit. Everyone in the private room assumed they were a married couple. A man said, “Mrs. Duncan and Mr. Gabriel Jones make such a lovely couple. It’s a wonderful day. Why don’t you sing a love song together?” A woman chimed in, “You’re right. We want to hear Mrs. Duncan and Mr. Gabriel Jones sing passionately together.” Hearing these voices, I, the husband who had been married to Emilia for three Christmases, could only sit in the corner watching her sing passionately with Gabriel. After I was diagnosed with oligospermia, she slept with Gabriel. When they came out of the hotel, they were coincidentally seen by people from the company. Everyone knew she had a husband, so she directly passed Gabriel off as me, lying that Gabriel was her husband. Afterward, she knew she had wronged me and hurriedly tried to make it up to me, but wouldn’t let me reclaim my own identity. I clenched my fists, watching them kiss amid the noisy crowd. My heart felt like it was being sliced by a knife, and I couldn’t bear to look at them anymore. I went downstairs and stood by the roadside, letting the cold wind cut through me. After the party ended, Emilia drove up and stopped in front of me. “Gabriel is drunk, I need to take him home. You can take a taxi back.” She never let me sit in her passenger seat. And now, Gabriel was lying there. Gabriel looked at me provocatively. “Sorry, Albert. Emilia is spending the night with me.” Hearing his suggestive tone, Emilia frowned but said nothing. They gazed at each other, and even the air seemed to thicken. The intimacy between them had long exceeded normal boundaries, even surpassing the intimacy between Emilia and me. Since she started sleeping with Gabriel, Emilia found all sorts of excuses to avoid being intimate with me. Not long after my last vasectomy, she told me she was pregnant. But still, she refused to hold my hand. The outcome was already crystal clear. I asked softly, “Will you be coming home later then?” Before the celebration began, she had promised to come home with me for my birthday tonight. Emilia was silent for a moment, then answered, “No. I need to take care of Gabriel tonight.” My heart ached. When I was rolling on the floor in pain from drinking, she claimed she had germophobia and wouldn’t touch me, but now she was rushing to Gabriel’s house to take care of him. It turned out her germophobia was only directed at me. Perhaps feeling guilty, Emilia added, “What birthday gift would you like? I’ll buy it for you.” I took a deep breath and pulled out the divorce papers from my bag. “If that’s the case, please sign these documents.” Emilia signed without even looking at the content. “I need to take care of Gabriel tonight, so I’ll come back tomorrow to celebrate your birthday with you.” Her tone was unusually gentle, but I felt nothing but endless mockery inside. However, once the divorce papers were processed, I could finally end things with her completely. The next day, when Emilia returned home, I was packing up my belongings to move out. Her clothes were wrinkled, and there were faint kiss marks on her neck. “What are you doing?” Emilia walked up behind me and wrapped her arms around me. My body stiffened for a moment. Smelling a fragrance that didn’t belong to our home, I calmly walked away. “I’m clearing out the old stuff.” Emilia just nodded. She poured herself a glass of water, completely oblivious to the trash can already filled with photos I had torn to pieces. Perhaps sensing my coldness, she put down her glass and softly asked, “Albert, what document did you have me sign yesterday?”
My fingers trembled suddenly, emotions churning beneath the surface before settling back into calm. I smiled, pretending to be casual. “It’s nothing, just some business orders.” Emilia wrapped her arms around my neck and planted a kiss on my lips. “Next time, you can sign it for me. You’re my husband. What’s mine is yours.” She said it so naturally, as if she wasn’t the same person who constantly refused to acknowledge my status in front of others. Deep down, I knew the truth. Emilia did have feelings for me. After all, those beautiful memories couldn’t lie. But those good memories couldn’t erase the ridicule I’d endured and the price I’d paid these past three years. I replied, “Okay.” Hearing my response, Emilia’s tension melted away. She suddenly said, “My parents just called. They’re coming over.” I instinctively replied, “I’ll go with you to pick them up.” But Emilia refused, saying, “No. You know my dad gets angry whenever he sees you. I don’t want him to hurt you.” I fell silent. We’d been married for three years, but I still hadn’t formally met her father, Ethan Duncan, or her mother, Hallie Duncan. The only time I met Ethan, he suddenly flew into a rage, chasing after me and hurling insults, saying I wasn’t good enough for his daughter. Emilia said she didn’t want them to hurt me, so she forbade me from seeing them again. I forced a smile and said, “Alright, you go ahead then.” A flash of guilt I couldn’t quite understand crossed Emilia’s eyes. She kissed me on the cheek and said lightly, “Honey, I’m sorry. When I get back, I’ll make it up to you.” After Emilia left, I continued packing. Yet all my belongings couldn’t even fill a twenty-inch suitcase. The suitcase was small, easy for me to carry—just as easy as it was for Emilia to discard me. Afterward, I went to the company to submit my resignation. The HR manager was shocked and hesitated to accept my resignation letter. “Mr. Jones, does Ms. Duncan know about your resignation? You’ve been Ms. Duncan’s right-hand man since the company was founded. We all thought you’d stay here for Ms. Duncan’s sake.” Truthfully, I also thought I would never leave Emilia. But after disappointment upon disappointment, I realized that hearts can break. When the company was first established, I accompanied Emilia to countless business dinners to get where we are today. When her first company went public, she set off fireworks for me that the whole city could see. Under those fireworks, her eyes shone brighter than the display as she said she was grateful to have me by her side. But beautiful memories belong only to the past. I said, “The company grew through everyone’s collective efforts, so it won’t matter if I’m gone.” Seeing my determination, the HR manager said nothing more, only telling me, “I hope your future is bright.” I nodded. Just then, several women behind her suddenly let out a shriek. One woman said, “No wonder Ms. Duncan has been in such a good mood lately—she’s pregnant!” My steps faltered, and a bold intern asked me, “Mr. Jones, you’re close to Ms. Duncan. You must have been the first to know, right?” Suddenly, I saw a family photo. Gabriel stood in what should have been my place, his arm around Emilia as they smiled happily, while Ethan and Hallie sat in front of them with warm smiles. This was from Gabriel’s Instagram, with the caption: [We’re having a baby! From now on, we’ll be a happy family of five. I can’t wait for the baby’s arrival.] My heart ached. Gabriel had effortlessly gained what I couldn’t achieve in three years. Perhaps from the beginning, having a relationship with Gabriel for the sake of a child was just Emilia’s lie to cover up her affair. I forced myself to smile and answered, “I didn’t know.” Then I turned and hurried into the elevator. When the doors opened, Gabriel emerged, supporting Ethan, while Emilia stood beside them, smiling as they chatted. Hallie was even praising him, saying, “Gabriel is really wonderful.” I instinctively pressed a random floor button, and the elevator doors closed quickly. Staring at my disheveled reflection in the elevator mirror, I gave a bitter smile, lacking even the courage to confront them. After calming down, I took a deep breath, pulled out my phone, and dialed a number.
After hanging up the phone, I walked out of the elevator and returned to my office. The handover process wasn’t complete yet, so I couldn’t leave immediately. Listening to the celebratory sounds from outside, my emotions gradually returned to normal. Once I’m gone, Emilia will have nothing to do with me anymore. While I was organizing files, someone suddenly knocked on my office door. Seeing the paper shreds all over the floor, Emilia walked in looking shocked. “Albert, why are you destroying so many documents?” I tossed my resignation letter in front of her, saying flatly, “I’ve resigned. Isn’t it normal to destroy my previous files?” Emilia’s eyes widened. The next second, Gabriel rushed in from behind her and snatched the resignation letter. After quickly scanning it, he said with a smirk, “Resignation letter? This is just a stack of waste paper. Everyone knows that employee resignations need approval from both Emilia and me. Albert, I know you’re upset about seeing my Instagram post. But you’re going too far just to get Emilia’s attention.” Hearing his words, Emilia’s expression changed from panic to resignation. “Albert, I just took a photo with Gabriel. You don’t need to do this.” I looked at her silently. All these Christmases, I had been the one keeping the company running, and the resignation procedures had already been reformed. They were too busy enjoying life to know anything about it. But before I could explain, she had already believed Gabriel’s nonsense. I felt there was no point in explaining further, so I simply kept quiet. Emilia stepped forward, took my hand, and gazed at me earnestly. “Albert, I know I’ve been unfair to you lately. I’ve been thinking, how about we have a proper wedding ceremony? Consider it my way of making it up to you.” Hearing her words, my heart trembled. Back when we applied for our marriage license, Emilia had repeatedly delayed setting a wedding date, claiming she was too busy with work. Later, to have a child, she hid me away, pretending she and Gabriel were a married couple. But now, she suddenly wanted to have a wedding ceremony with me? Before I could react, Emilia pulled me outside. “I brought my parents to the company. They said they wanted to see you and discuss the wedding plans.” I was stunned, thinking, “So she brought her parents to the company specifically to see me?” I followed Emilia into her office. In the office, Ethan and Hallie were sitting on the sofa. When they saw me, they both snorted coldly. Despite appearing cold, their attitude was much better than before. After all, they used to insult me constantly. I instinctively looked at Emilia, wondering, “Could it be that she wants to have a proper life with me now?” The next second, Ethan threw an agreement at me. “Sign this agreement, and we’ll consent to your wedding with Emilia.” I glanced down. The words “Share Transfer Agreement” stung my eyes. My heart sank, and I felt like I’d been doused with cold water. Hallie said greedily, “You can’t have children, so these shares are wasted on you. Better to leave them for the child in Emilia’s womb.” I clenched my fists, feeling an indescribable pain fill my heart. Emilia’s child was still in her womb, and they were already coveting my assets. What’s more ridiculous was that the child had no blood relation to me whatsoever. I turned to look at Emilia and found not a trace of guilt in her expression. Emilia smiled and said, “Albert, haven’t you always wanted my parents to accept you? Just sign it. The child is ours. Once you sign the agreement, I’ll marry you right away.” I laughed bitterly, feeling foolish for having been so hopeful just moments ago. Ethan and Hallie kept trying to persuade me, with Ethan saying, “You did help Emilia’s career initially. But now she’s very successful, and you’re no longer worthy of her. It’s your luck that she’s willing to marry you.” “No need,” I looked up and calmly interrupted them. “I’ve already divorced Emilia.” After hearing what I said, everyone present was shocked. Emilia frowned and said, “Albert, you’re being too harsh. I already told you I’d arrange another wedding ceremony for you. Do you really have to say this?” Apparently, she still didn’t understand the situation and thought I was just angry. Ethan and Hallie standing nearby were also furious. Ethan said, “Divorce isn’t something you can decide on your own. Do you have any idea how much Emilia suffered to marry you?” And Hallie shouted, “You, a man who can’t even have children, dare to ask for a divorce? I should never have let Emilia marry you in the first place.” Seeing how agitated they were, I felt my heart growing colder. In their eyes, I didn’t even have a say in anything. Ethan threw the agreement in front of me again, and both he and Hallie raised their voices. “Sign it now! Emilia won’t indulge your nonsense.” Emilia took my hand, trying to soothe me. “Albert, I know you’re still upset. Don’t worry, even if you transfer the shares, your position in the company won’t change.” Didn’t her words just mean she wanted to use me as free labor? I kept clenching my fists, my heart being crushed repeatedly. Remembering the call I made in the elevator about transferring most of my equity, I looked up and said, “Fine. I’ll sign it.” I took the agreement from them and signed it. Ethan and Hallie were finally satisfied, smiling as they said, “Good. We’ll withdraw this money first and keep it safe for the child.” With that, they took the agreement and happily walked toward the finance department. Seeing them leave, Emilia came over and took my arm, her cheeks slightly flushed with excitement. “Albert, let’s confirm our wedding date. Which day would you prefer?” Feeling her softness against me, I no longer felt any stirring, and just said flatly, “I’m not in a hurry. We can decide later.” Noticing my coldness, Emilia bit her lip, feeling a hint of unease. She pushed me down onto the sofa, her warm breath right next to my ear. “Albert, it’s been a long time since we’ve been intimate. Should we try now? I’ve heard that sex during pregnancy can be more exciting.” My body trembled. Seeing the red marks on her neck that hadn’t yet faded, I felt nauseated. I pushed her away and stood up. Taking a deep breath, I suppressed the disgust in my heart. “It’s too hot today. I’m going downstairs to get a coffee.” Leaving a bewildered Emilia behind, I turned and walked away. But I didn’t expect that after just a few steps, Gabriel would block my path. He had clearly overheard my conversation with Emilia. Thinking I was scared, he taunted me smugly, “You’re quite smart indeed. Albert, while you’re at it, buy me a box of condoms too. Your wife and I have had sex many times. You know my size.” I couldn’t take it anymore and punched him to the ground. “Gabriel, I’ve tolerated you for far too long.” The next second, a sharp slap echoed in the hallway. “Albert, what the hell are you doing?” Emilia yelled. My face stung. Turning my head, I saw Emilia glaring at me in anger. I stared wide-eyed as she crouched down, concernedly checking Gabriel’s injuries. Seeing that I had knocked out two of his teeth, Emilia was furious and turned to accuse me, “Albert, he’s your benefactor. How could you treat him like this?” She had been close to us, so she must have heard Gabriel’s insulting words. Yet, even so, she didn’t hesitate to take Gabriel’s side. Watching Emilia carefully help Gabriel up, I felt terrible. “I don’t think we need to have a wedding anymore. Someone like you can’t even compare to Gabriel.” After saying this, she supported Gabriel as they turned and closed the office door behind them. The hallway was filled with colleagues, and their eyes were full of contempt as they looked at me. A female colleague whispered, “Miss Duncan and Mr. Gabriel are perfect for each other. What is he doing? He’s so shameless.” My palms were bleeding from my own nails, but that pain was nothing compared to the ache in my heart. In the end, I just gave a bitter laugh. Meeting those gazes, I returned to my own office, then uploaded my resignation notice to the company’s internal system. Then, with my already minimal belongings, I went downstairs, got in my car, and left this city for good.
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