On the tenth Christmas of my secret crush on Irene Rogers, someone drugged her, and she mistakenly stumbled into my room. That night, I was forced to become her antidote, spending a wild night with her. Afterward, Irene discovered she was pregnant and had no choice but to marry me. However, throughout our seven years of marriage, she has always publicly claimed that Leander Jefferson, her first love, is her husband, never mentioning me. When our son Gavin, who suffered from congenital heart disease, accidentally called Irene “Mom” at a party, she tied him to a bungee cord and pushed him off a high-rise building. I desperately begged Irene to spare Gavin, but she just sneered, “This is just a small punishment; he won’t die. It’s his fault for upsetting Leander.” While I held Gavin’s cold body, my heart turning to ashes, Irene was buying advertisements across the city to publicly declare her love for Leander. I buried Gavin alone and returned home with his urn. Seeing me enter, Irene frowned and told me not to keep bringing Gavin around her. I didn’t answer, just gave her an utterly sarcastic smile. Forget about appearing before her—once our contract ends, I’ll disappear completely from her world. ***** “Sebastian, I’m talking to you. Are you deaf?” Irene, my wife of seven years, glared at me impatiently, her tone ice-cold. She continued, “Stop taking Gavin out from now on. I don’t want Leander to feel annoyed when he sees him.” The urn in my arms still held some warmth, as if I could still feel Gavin’s last breath. Yet, Irene’s casual words plunged me into an abyss of despair. Just last night, to please Leander, she had personally tied Gavin to a bungee cord and pushed him from the thirtieth floor. When I rushed downstairs, stumbling, Gavin had already closed his eyes forever, having suffered a heart attack without timely medical help. Before dying, he had stubbornly reached his little hand toward the rooftop, longing for his mother’s protection. Meanwhile, Irene was busy celebrating Leander’s birthday, not even bothering to look back at Gavin. Our seven-year marriage seemed nothing but an absurd joke. Coming back to my senses, I slowly looked up at Irene and smiled coldly. “Fine. As you wish.” After burying Gavin, I would vanish from her life completely. I used to beg her to care for Gavin. Now, seeing me agree so readily, Irene was visibly surprised. Her gaze fell on the wooden box in my arms, a flash of shock crossing her eyes. “Sebastian, this box…” “Bad man, stay away from my mommy!” A little girl suddenly rushed over and pushed me hard to the ground. I clutched the urn tightly, while my elbows and knees scraped against the floor, instantly drawing blood. When I looked up, Leander’s daughter Ellie stood there in her fancy little dress, glaring at me arrogantly. “Today is my daddy’s birthday. Why are you here? Get out!” Irene immediately picked up Ellie, giving me a cold glance. “Ellie is just a child. Please don’t take it personally.” Such blatant favoritism made me choke up. She never allowed Gavin to call her “Mom,” yet she indulged Leander’s daughter to be affectionate with her. Perhaps in her heart, Gavin was never her child. Noticing my bleeding wounds, Irene remained silent for a moment, then finally said, “You should take care of those injuries. I need to get back to Leander’s birthday celebration.” Then, carrying Ellie, Irene turned toward the banquet hall, but after a few steps, she looked back and added, “Oh, Leander says he wants to drink your cocktails. Remember to bring some over later.” I suddenly felt an unprecedented exhaustion. After bandaging my wounds, I bypassed the noisy banquet hall and went straight to Gavin’s room to collect his belongings. Gavin had always been sensible. He left behind so little that it couldn’t even fill a small box. His only toy was the old music box by his bed, a casual gift from Irene on his fifth birthday, containing a perfunctory birthday song she had recorded. But Gavin treasured it, falling asleep to her voice every night. Thinking about this broke my heart. Suddenly, the door was pushed open. Irene stood at the doorway, her brows furrowed, asking impatiently, “Didn’t I tell you to mix drinks? Sebastian, what are you doing hiding in Gavin’s room?” I didn’t turn around. Irene’s claim that Leander wanted my cocktails was just his trick to humiliate me publicly. And he had used this ploy more than once. To give Gavin a complete family, I had swallowed my pride in the past, doing as she said every time. But Gavin’s death finally woke me up. I could never warm her cold heart. I calmly replied, “If he wants a drink, he can mix it himself.” Irene was visibly stunned. In our seven years of marriage, this was the first time I had refused her request. She stormed up to me furiously. “Sebastian, don’t forget our contract! I didn’t marry you to listen to you.” I thought, she’s right. Irene was my mother’s friend. I had secretly loved her for ten whole years, dreaming of making her my wife. When we married, we signed a contract stating that if I ever displeased her, she could divorce me anytime. I loved her, so I willingly endured the humiliation all these years. But now, I no longer want to. Looking straight into her eyes, I said, word by word, “I don’t want to follow the contract anymore. Irene, let’s get divorced.”
After hearing what I said, Irene scoffed, “I just asked you to get a bottle of wine. Do you really need to divorce me over that?” “Don’t think threatening me with divorce will work. I’m the only one with the right to terminate this contract.” Clearly, she didn’t take my words seriously at all. She was right. After all, whenever she casually made a request before, I would willingly fulfill it no matter what. So now, when I suggested ending our agreement, she just thought I was throwing another tantrum. I remained silent, continuing to pack up Gavin’s belongings. Only then did Irene notice that Gavin wasn’t behind me. “Where’s Gavin? Why didn’t he come back with you?” she asked. I put down what I was holding, my anger rising. “Irene, have you forgotten what you did last night?” “Gavin has a congenital heart condition and can’t handle stress, but did you ever consider the consequences when you pushed him from the thirtieth floor with your own hands?” Irene clearly thought Gavin was just hospitalized again due to his heart condition, so she frowned dismissively and said, “Come on, I set up safety measures for him, didn’t I? He’ll recover after a couple days in the hospital.” I clenched my fists, fighting back my grief as I said, “Irene, Gavin is already…” “Irene, are you ready? The banquet is about to start,” Leander interrupted before I could finish. Seeing me in the room, he feigned concern and asked, “Sebastian, you and Gavin have been gone all day. Is he alright?” As he spoke, he deliberately raised his wrist, showing off his expensive Patek Philippe watch. When I saw it, my heart instantly felt like it was being cut by a knife. A few months ago, Irene had personally promised to buy this watch as our wedding anniversary gift. She did buy it, but it wasn’t on my wrist. The coldness on Irene’s face instantly vanished as she turned to Leander with a gentle smile. “Yes, I’ll be right there.” Then, she glanced at me impatiently. “Cut it out. Leander’s birthday celebration is what matters right now. As for Gavin, we’ll talk about it later.” With that, she took Leander’s arm and headed downstairs without looking back. Listening to the clinking glasses and laughter from below, I could only feel the terrifying silence in the room. With trembling hands, I pressed play on the music box, and Gavin’s childish yet serious voice slowly emerged. “Dad says Mom is too busy with work, so she can’t come see me. But that’s okay. I’ll take my medicine on time, and when my heart gets better, Mom will have time to be with me.” “Mom, I’ve drawn lots of pictures and hidden them in my secret base. Can we look at them together sometime?” His few short sentences made me choke up. Gavin never asked me for anything, and this music box was just something Ellie was going to throw away. Whenever Irene missed his birthday, he would ask me with tears in his eyes, “Dad, when will Mom start to like me?” I could only pat his head and tell him that if he kept trying, Irene would like him. Irene had even promised that if Gavin ranked first in his Christmas exams, she would spend an entire day with him. But when Gavin proudly brought his top-ranking report card to her, what he got instead was being pushed off a high-rise to his death. I closed my eyes, feeling like my heart was breaking to the point of suffocation. As I was lost in memories, Ellie suddenly rushed in and snatched the music box from my hands. “Huh? Isn’t this the toy I didn’t want? I didn’t realize you liked picking up trash so much!” Ellie took it and curled her lip in disgust. Before I could react, she had already smashed the music box hard on the floor. I felt angry and instinctively grabbed her arm. “What are you doing?” Ellie deliberately fell to the ground and immediately started wailing loudly. “Waaah! I didn’t mean to!” Hearing this, Leander ran over and took Ellie into his arms, scolding me, “Sebastian, I know you’ve never liked me and Ellie, but there’s no need to hurt her, is there?” Irene, who followed right behind, saw this scene and her face immediately darkened. “Sebastian, we leave for just a moment, and you take out your anger on Ellie? Are you even a man?” I stared angrily at the shattered music box on the floor and said in a low voice, “Irene, get this straight. She was the one who—” “Enough!” Irene clearly didn’t want to hear more and impatiently cut me off. “It’s just a music box! Gavin isn’t dead. I can always buy him another one later!” I sank completely into an abyss of despair. Now, even my last shred of hope for Irene had been destroyed by her own hands. I clenched my fists, no longer able to control the fury in my heart, and shouted, “Irene, Gavin is dead!”
After hearing my words, Irene frowned deeply, her face filled with disbelief. “Sebastian, have you lost your mind? How could you lie to me about Gavin being dead?” Ellie rolled her eyes and whispered in agreement, “Mommy, I just talked to Gavin on my smartwatch this morning. How could he suddenly be dead?” “Mr. Connery, why are you lying? Do you hate us that much?” Just then, Leander suddenly ran up to my spaghetti, crying, “Sebastian, I know you don’t like me and Ellie, so I made up the lie about Gavin’s death to force us to leave. “You don’t need to kick us out. I’ll take Ellie and leave right now, and we’ll never bother you again!” With that, Leander picked up Ellie and ran out without looking back. Their reaction caught me completely off guard. Irene was instantly enraged. She stormed forward and slapped me hard across the face. “If anything happens to Leander and Ellie, you won’t be welcome in this house either!” I staggered backward, falling onto the glass shards covering the floor. My freshly bandaged wound tore open again, blood flowing freely. By the time I managed to lift my head, Irene had already run out the door after Leander. Looking at the mess around me, the anger in my heart finally began to subside. I came to my senses and quietly packed my belongings, planning to ship everything away. Then, I placed the signed divorce papers on the coffee table in the living room. When I married Irene, she forced me to cut ties with my family and even made Gavin take her surname. I never complained about any of it. I had lived humbly in this house for seven Christmases. Now that I was leaving, I realized there was nothing worth missing. I left with Gavin’s ashes and belongings and began preparing for his funeral. Gavin had loved the ocean most during his life, so I decided to hold a sea burial for him. Just as I finalized the funeral location, Irene called me. “Sebastian, what’s the meaning of the divorce papers on the table? Are you divorcing me?” “Yes,” I answered calmly. Irene was silent for a moment, then laughed coldly, “Sebastian, who do you think you are? How dare you threaten me with divorce? “Fine! Since you want a divorce, I’ll grant your wish! Don’t come begging me to take you back later! “And take that sickly son of yours with you. Don’t bother me anymore!” I thought hearing her words would break my heart, but strangely, I only felt relief. I hung up and continued focusing on preparing Gavin’s funeral. After finishing all the arrangements, I finally saw Irene’s message asking me to meet tomorrow to finalize our divorce. The next day, I arrived at the courthouse on time to find Irene already waiting there, arm in arm with Leander. She wore the white dress I loved most, looking pure and gentle, just like when I fell for her at first sight seven Christmases ago. But now, her eyes held nothing but undisguised disgust when she looked at me. After we efficiently completed the divorce proceedings, she didn’t even glance at the divorce certificate before heading straight to apply for a marriage license with Leander. As I was about to leave, Irene called me back. “Sebastian, come take a photo for us. “We were married for seven Christmases. Surely you can do this small favor?” Hearing the deliberate spite in her voice, I silently walked over and took the camera. Through the lens, she and Leander cuddled intimately together. After taking the photo, Leander stopped me again. “Sebastian, we’ve known each other for so many Christmases now. After I marry Irene, your blessing would mean the most to us.” I turned to look directly into Irene’s eyes and said frankly, “Very well. I hope you’ll love each other forever and grow old together.” This was the same vow I had made to her when we got married that Christmas. Now, I was giving her the exact same blessing. Hearing these words, Irene unconsciously bit her lip, a flash of discontent crossing her eyes. I ignored her reaction and walked out of the courthouse. By the time I had handled everything, it was already late. I checked into a nearby hotel. Just after showering, the television began broadcasting tomorrow’s headline news: “Breaking News! Rogers Group CEO to hold wedding of the century tomorrow for her new partner!” Shortly after, I received an invitation on my phone that read: [Tomorrow is my wedding with Leander. Please be sure to attend.] All I could think about was that tomorrow was also the day of Gavin’s burial. After casually deleting that invitation, I slept soundly. Tomorrow I still needed to hold Gavin’s sea burial, so I couldn’t waste energy on irrelevant people. The next morning, I joined the sea burial procession. Gavin never liked commotion since he was little, so I only brought a few crew members without informing anyone else. I stood on the deck, quietly accompanying Gavin on his final journey. As the sea breeze slowly filled my nostrils, the urn in my arms felt so light it was heartbreaking, as if Christian Gavin had never existed. “Dad, when I get better, will Mom come to see me?” Gavin’s childish voice seemed to echo in my ears again, making me feel sad. Even until Gavin was buried, Irene never appeared once. Before scattering Gavin’s ashes into the sea, I put a small portion in a little bottle and hung it around my neck, closest to my heart. Just then, I heard a sharp rebuke. “Ms. Rogers has reserved this entire sea area for her wedding. Please leave immediately!” I looked up and saw a luxurious wedding fleet approaching from a distance. Yet this morning when I last confirmed the route, the crew had guaranteed that no one would disturb me in this area today. However, when I turned around, I saw the evasive looks from those two crew members and felt utterly speechless. Before I could react, the fleet had closed in. Leander looked down at me condescendingly, his eyes full of satisfaction. “Isn’t that Mr. Connery? You rejected the invitation so directly yesterday, but why are you here today?” I instinctively clutched the urn tighter and coldly retorted, “You misunderstand. I’m just passing through.” Leander snickered, exchanging glances with the two crew members. “Mr. Connery, I’m very sorry.” The two suddenly grabbed my arms and forcibly dragged me onto the cruise ship. Unable to break free, I fell hard onto the deck still holding the urn. Feeling cold all over, I gritted my teeth and asked, “Leander, over the past years, I believe I’ve never offended you, so why are you doing this?” He smiled contemptuously, his eyes filled with intense hatred. “Why do you think? Seven years ago, I went to great lengths to drug Irene, but she mistakenly went to your room. Do you think I hate you?” I stared at him in disbelief, eyes wide. So that night that had made me feel guilty for years was actually a trap set by Leander. The grief that had been suppressed in my heart for so long instantly turned into rage. I lunged at him, knocking him to the ground with one punch. “Leander, you bastard!” Leander clearly hadn’t expected me to be so strong. He was quickly pinned down on the deck, unable to move. I repeatedly punched his face and body, making him howl in pain. Suddenly, Irene’s voice sounded behind me. “Sebastian, what are you doing?” Security immediately rushed over and pulled me away. Leander instantly looked pitiful, no longer as arrogant as before. “Sebastian, I know you’re upset about not marrying Irene, but you can’t kill me! Today is the most important day of Irene’s life. Do you really not want her to be happy?” Irene immediately rushed over to check his injuries. Then she turned to glare at me. “Sebastian, you’re completely unreasonable! You filed for divorce, so don’t you think what you’re doing now is ridiculous? Come here, throw him into the sea!” As my body suddenly became airborne, the urn in my arms fell to the ground, the grayish-white ashes scattering in the wind. The cold seawater instantly engulfed me. In my daze, I heard the burial staff on the boat shouting desperately: “He’s Gavin’s father! He needs to attend the sea burial ceremony!”
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