The day my wife Sophie Anderson helped her cancer-stricken first love Dylan Mitchell lose his virginity, I left divorce papers behind and walked away. Before leaving, I commented on their Instagram photo where they were holding hands interlocked. My comment read: [Let’s get divorced. I wish you both happiness and a long life together.] Less than a minute later, Sophie called me, saying, “Charlie, how did I end up marrying someone as selfish as you? Do you really have the heart to let him die without any descendants?” Charlie Thomson is my name. I let out a cold laugh and replied, “You’re no longer my wife. What does your business have to do with me?” But after hearing my words, Sophie became anxious. ***** I signed my name on the divorce papers. Everything was settled now, nothing would change anymore. I wiped my face with my hand, my eyes becoming clear again, as if comforting myself I said, “I’m giving up Sophie, this woman I both love and hate.” All the previous hardship and sadness slowly faded away after I signed the divorce papers. Thinking of Sophie, I suddenly felt incredibly ironic. What good would it do for me to be heartbroken here? Perhaps Sophie was already in bed with Dylan. She never had me in her heart to begin with. Haven’t I gotten used to this over these past few years? I couldn’t help but laugh mockingly. Still, I felt somewhat unwilling to accept this. Why should they get away with doing something so wrong to me without any consequences? I couldn’t help wanting to make Sophie suffer. So I picked up my phone, clicked on Sophie’s profile, and commented on their Instagram photo where they were holding hands interlocked. My comment read: [Let’s get divorced. I wish you both happiness and a long life together. You and Dylan don’t need to rack your brains finding excuses to sleep together anymore.] Sophie and I had been married for six years, and we knew a lot of people together. Moreover, the photo she posted didn’t show Dylan’s face. Many people thought the person in the photo was me and her, thinking we were showing off our love, even commenting in the section saying our relationship was truly enviable. Sophie didn’t explain, just let me serve as a shield for her secret dates with Dylan. This truly disgusted me. So I directly explained the truth in the Instagram comments, wanting everyone to see Sophie’s true colors. As a result, before even a minute passed, Sophie’s accusatory phone call came through. Sophie said on the phone, “What nonsense are you spouting on Instagram? What will people think of me when they see this? “I’ve already explained to you. Dylan doesn’t have much time left. Won’t you even fulfill this small wish of his?” Maybe because I didn’t respond, Sophie’s voice became even more cutting. She said, “Charlie, how did I end up marrying someone as selfish as you? Do you really have the heart to let him die without any descendants?” Hearing Sophie’s words, I just felt utterly disgusted. As my wife, Sophie now wanted to sleep with another man, have his children, and expected me to endure it without objection, even provide them convenience? Besides, was Dylan’s wish really just to sleep with Sophie once and lose his so-called virginity? This was absolutely ridiculous. At this moment, after hearing her words, the last bit of attachment I had to this relationship completely disappeared. I let out a cold laugh. Then I told her, “You’re no longer my wife. What does your business have to do with me? “Whether you have ten children with Dylan in the future has nothing to do with me. Oh, I get it now. You want me to help you raise the children, right? “Sophie, I’ve never seen a woman as shameless as you.” After saying this, I hung up the phone while suppressing the murderous impulse in my heart. I felt that staying with her even one more second would bring me bad luck. As you can see, the reason Sophie and I divorced was absurdly terrifying. To ensure her cancer-stricken first love Dylan had no regrets, she wanted to help him lose his so-called virginity, then bear him a child. A week ago, Sophie suddenly told me that Dylan had returned. When I heard those words, I instinctively gripped my phone tighter, then pretended not to care as I asked her why Dylan had come back. Because I knew all too well how important Dylan was to Sophie. Sophie’s eyes looked a bit red. She said, “Dylan has terminal stomach cancer, so he wants to return to his hometown to spend his final days.” Initially, although I cared about Sophie and Dylan’s past relationship, considering that Dylan didn’t have much time left, I could reluctantly accept Sophie frequently visiting him. But I never expected that two weeks later, Sophie would suddenly approach me with a hesitant expression, saying she wanted to discuss something with me. I didn’t understand what she wanted to discuss. But seeing her serious demeanor, a bad feeling suddenly rose in my heart. Sophie hesitated for a while. Then she firmly told me, “I want to have Dylan’s child.” “What?” I asked. Hearing her words, my mind went completely blank. What did this mean? My wife was actually telling me she wanted to have another man’s child?
Sophie glanced at me and nodded firmly. Then she began to explain: “For my sake, Dylan has remained unmarried at thirty. But he’s about to die, so I should fulfill his final wish, shouldn’t I?” As she spoke, Sophie’s cheeks flushed slightly, as if the upcoming topic embarrassed her. She said: “For my sake, Dylan has remained a virgin and has never been with a woman. So I’ve decided to have his child.” Seeing my face stiffen, Sophie quickly added: “Dylan and I have discussed it. After the child is born, we’ll give it your last name. That should be fine, right?” I stared at her in disbelief and shot to my feet: “Sophie, what the hell are you talking about? You want to have Dylan’s child and then expect me to raise it? I don’t agree, and I won’t accept this! I put up with you taking care of Dylan before. Now you’re flat-out telling me you’re going to cheat? Sophie, what the hell is going through your head?” My anger reached its peak instantly, and I completely lost my composure. All these years, because I loved Sophie, I could tolerate her keeping Dylan in her heart, even accept her caring for Dylan. But Sophie’s words just now felt like a slap across my face—painful and humiliating. Sophie froze, apparently not expecting such a strong reaction from me, who had always been compliant. Coming to her senses, she said unhappily: “What’s wrong with you? Charlie, I’m not asking for your opinion—I’m informing you.” After saying this, Sophie frowned at my flushed face, showing clear displeasure. She continued: “Besides, even though I married you, my womb is still mine. If I want to have someone’s child, do I need your permission? And if you hadn’t insisted on marrying me back then, Dylan and I would have been together long ago. You’re just a selfish person.” After saying this, Sophie looked at me with pure resentment in her eyes. I suddenly lost all strength to argue or question her. Because I never imagined Sophie would blame me for her separation from Dylan. Back then, Sophie had been humiliated and compromising photos of her were taken. When Dylan found out, he left the city. Her parents, Albie Anderson and Phoebe Anderson, had been educators their whole lives. Unable to accept this blow, they both fell ill. That’s when I, who had secretly loved Sophie for years, stepped forward. Yes, I admit I took advantage of the situation. But I had no other choice. From the moment I first saw Sophie at school, I knew she was the one. Everyone knew she was dating Dylan then, and I couldn’t bring myself to steal another man’s girlfriend. Now Dylan was gone, and Sophie was in trouble. How could I not help her when I loved her? During Sophie’s two years of depression, I stayed by her side constantly. Perhaps my sincerity moved her, or maybe she had completely given up on Dylan. Two years later, Sophie asked me to marry her. I thought my devotion had finally paid off. After marriage, I continued to care for her attentively, never daring to slack off, afraid her depression might return. But now, six years later, Sophie believed that all the regrets between her and Dylan were my fault. What a joke. With one sentence, she had erased all my devotion and sincerity. I nearly roared: “Sophie, what am I to you exactly? Just some disposable ATM?” Anger made my eyes bloodshot and my mouth twitch, unable to form complete sentences. I couldn’t understand how Sophie could treat me this way. We’d been married for six years—didn’t she have any conscience at all? But Sophie said to me: “Charlie, is it really necessary to react this strongly?” She glanced at me with pure disgust in her eyes. Then she added: “Whatever. Regardless of your attitude, I’m definitely having Dylan’s child.” Just as I was about to say something more, Sophie’s phone suddenly rang. The ringtone was distinctive—I instantly knew it was Dylan calling. Through the phone, Dylan’s voice came through faintly. He said: “Sophie, my stomach is hurting again. I really want to see you. Can you come over?” Dylan’s voice sounded very weak. I watched Sophie’s eyes fill with heartache and worry. She had never looked at me that way. I instinctively grabbed Sophie’s hand: “Sophie, I don’t want you to go. You’re my wife.” Sophie shook off my hand, irritation flashing across her face. She said: “Charlie, can you please stop making a scene? Dylan is sick and really needs me right now. Even if you’re jealous, you need to consider the timing. Is this really appropriate? Stop being unreasonable—Dylan’s body can’t wait much longer.” As she said this, Sophie frowned deeply, as if everything really was just me causing trouble. My heart felt like it was shattering with pain.
I said to her in a sorrowful voice, “Sophie, between Dylan and me, you can only choose one. Who are you going to pick?” Sophie replied, “Charlie, do you really have to do this? Dylan is sick, and you still want to go against him? Fine, then I’ll tell you—I choose Dylan. Are you satisfied now?” I gritted my teeth so hard my cheeks ached, nearly grinding them to dust. I said, “Sophie, those are your words. Then let’s get divorced. Since you can’t forget Dylan, there’s no point in me continuing to pester you. We might as well let each other go—divorce is our best option.” I don’t understand why Sophie can’t forget Dylan yet refuses to let me go. Does she really want to torture me for the rest of my life? I used to put up with a lot of things, but now I don’t want to anymore. Sophie isn’t the only woman in this world. I loved the wrong person, but I can start over. Hearing my words, Sophie’s eyes filled with disbelief. She reached out and grabbed my arm, demanding, “Charlie, what are you going crazy about now? What do you mean? You want to divorce me?” I let out a cold laugh and shot back, “What else? Should I wait until you actually cheat on me?” Sophie’s expression froze for a moment. Then she turned her head and looked at me with a cold smile, saying, “Charlie, that trick won’t work on me. If we really get divorced, no amount of begging will help you later.” I told her, “I won’t beg you. I’ll get the divorce papers ready as soon as possible, and you just need to sign them.” At that moment, I suddenly became incredibly calm. Perhaps Sophie’s behavior had completely awakened me—I realized she didn’t love me at all, so nothing I did would matter. The moment Dylan came back, I became completely redundant. Seeing my serious attitude, Sophie’s face flushed red with anger. She glared at me furiously and said, “Charlie, are you serious? Fine, let’s get divorced. Whoever backs down is a bastard.” With that, Sophie grabbed her bag and left. Three days have passed since that fight. During these three days, neither Sophie nor I contacted each other. Meanwhile, Sophie kept posting ambiguous, cryptic updates on Instagram. I took a look—most of them were sharing content about her and Dylan. They’re really a pair of bastards. I know what she’s trying to do—she just wants to provoke me. In the past, seeing Sophie so intimate with another man would have driven me crazy, and I would have groveled to her. But now I don’t love her anymore, and I find jealousy utterly pointless. Besides, I haven’t been idle these three days either. I’ve already had a lawyer prepare the divorce papers. Today I plan to leave the divorce agreement and go, putting an end to this relationship. I just never expected that after six years of marriage, my belongings would be so few they could fit in a single suitcase. I moved my things to a small apartment near the company. This is a place I bought a long time ago for convenience. But after marrying Sophie, I never came to live here again. Even when I worked late or had business dinners, I would always go home to be with her. But the current outcome tells me I was terribly wrong. Putting Sophie first in everything didn’t earn me her love. She just thought I couldn’t live without her, so she could do anything without considering my feelings. After packing up, I discovered several missed calls from Sophie on my phone. When I didn’t answer, she sent many messages. [Charlie, do you really want to divorce me? Didn’t you say you’d always be with me? What gives you the right to go back on your word now?] [Get this straight—you were the one who swore in front of my parents that you’d treat me well for life. Have you forgotten?] [We can get divorced, but you have to publicly say the divorce is your fault and has nothing to do with me. Otherwise, my parents’ health can’t handle it.] [Charlie, I’m willing to compromise. After I have Dylan’s baby, I can have one for you too. Don’t you always want a child?] After reading the last message, I was almost amused by my anger. Is this Sophie’s solution? She wants to compensate me by having a child for me? I laughed self-mockingly. I originally thought Sophie reaching out meant she still had some feelings for me, but I never expected she was just afraid I’d expose her ridiculous behavior, afraid that Albie and Phoebe couldn’t handle it. After all, most conservative elderly people can’t accept infidelity. But why should I? Why should I bear the consequences of her mistakes? Years ago, to protect Sophie, I married her despite everyone’s objections and spent a lot of money buying back those compromising photos. And because she was afraid of pain and said she didn’t want children, I accepted that too. I even proactively told my parents, Freddie Thomson and Esme Thomson, that our inability to have children was my problem, asking them not to bother Sophie or pressure her. But what have I gotten in return? I got a wife who wants to sleep with her first love and bear his child. I didn’t reply to Sophie. Instead, I chose to block all her contact information. The moment I turned off my phone, I suddenly felt incredibly relieved, because I’d wanted to do this for a long time. Sophie was the only daughter in her family and had been spoiled by her relatives since childhood, so she often acted willfully. In the past, whenever I upset her, Sophie would block my contact information. Only after I took the initiative to apologize and beg her would she put on a haughty attitude and remove me from her blacklist. Back then, I loved her. Although I found this behavior childish, I was still willing to indulge her. However, after doing what Sophie used to do, I finally understood why she acted that way. Because it felt amazing. After completely deleting someone unworthy from my life, I felt incredibly light, as if I’d put down a heavy burden. What I didn’t expect was that Sophie would show up at my company the next day. At the time, I was reviewing contracts submitted by my department. My secretary Finn Smith suddenly knocked and walked in. Finn said, “Mr. Thomson, there’s a lady outside looking for you. She claims to be your wife.” Hearing Finn’s words, I was stunned for a moment. After a while, I realized the visitor must be Sophie. Although I didn’t know what she wanted, I still had Finn bring her in. As soon as she entered the office, Sophie angrily sat across from me and threw her bag onto my desk. She said, “Charlie, what kind of people are your employees? They don’t even recognize me. You need to fire them immediately. “And why did you block my contact information? Even if you’re jealous, there should be limits, right?” Listening to Sophie’s words, I found them particularly ironic. We’d been married for six years, and this was the first time she’d ever come to my company to find me. Moreover, during these six years, she’d never been willing to let me share photos of us together on social media. Now she was blaming my company’s people for not recognizing her. Wasn’t that ridiculous? I calmly closed the contract and looked up at Sophie. I asked, “What do you need?” Seeing my cold attitude, Sophie’s expression immediately soured. After thinking about something, she suppressed her anger again. Sophie said, “Dylan doesn’t have enough money for chemotherapy. I don’t have enough money either. So give me your bank card first. Then I’ll forgive you for making me angry the other day.” Sophie then extended her hand toward me, as if I should do anything for her, including paying for her first love’s medical treatment. I couldn’t help but laugh out loud. Just how much had I pleased her in the past to make her think my request for divorce was due to jealousy, to make her say such ridiculous things now? Not only was I supposed to accept her having a child with her first love, but now I also had to pay for my rival’s medical treatment. Wasn’t she going too far? Staring at Sophie’s outstretched hand, I couldn’t help but smile again. Then I stood up, walked to the door, and opened my office door. I said, “Sophie, I’ve already decided on divorce. There’s no point in you pestering me now. “I think no man in the world could accept his wife wanting to have a child with her first love and also having to pay to support that first love, right? “So wouldn’t it be better if we divorced peacefully?” Sophie was stunned. When she came to her senses, all the company employees’ eyes were focused on us. After all, during work hours, everyone loves to hear this kind of explosive news. Sophie’s face instantly turned red as she stared at me with wide eyes. Then she angrily accused, “Charlie, have you lost your mind? “What are you saying in front of all these people? “My parents still praise you in front of me. But how did you become such a cold person? Won’t you even save a human life?” Looking at Sophie’s furious face, I felt even more certain that divorce was the right decision. I sneered and said, “I’m talking nonsense?” I looked directly into Sophie’s eyes, my tone dripping with sarcasm. I said coldly, “Sophie, do you think I don’t know anything? Have you forgotten what you said at the hospital two days ago?” Hearing my words, Sophie froze. I said, “I’ve already made way for you and Dylan. Don’t expect to get anything else from me. Otherwise, you’ll end up with nothing at all.” After saying that, I turned and left. I’d already embarrassed myself enough by impulsively airing our dirty laundry in public. I really didn’t want to stay and endure everyone’s pitying stares. But I didn’t expect Sophie to chase after me just as I reached the elevator. She reached out to stop me, asking breathlessly, “Charlie, what did you mean by what you just said?” I stopped, answering impatiently, “Exactly what it sounded like. “Sophie, have you forgotten what you said?” Sophie pressed her lips together, her face instantly flushing red, and her speech became stuttered. She said, “What did I say? How would I know?” Looking at Sophie, I thought her acting was terrible for the first time. I felt a bit regretful. I should have just divorced her cleanly instead of choosing an amicable divorce to save her face. I said word by word, “Sophie, two days ago, you personally said you’d been tired of me for a long time, that you didn’t want to be with me anymore. You stayed by my side purely for money, didn’t you? “You also said that after Dylan came back, your heart started beating again.” Hearing these words, Sophie’s face instantly turned pale.
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