Chapter 3

During this waiting period, I started packing things for myself and our daughter.

Documents and clothes, along with Lily's favorite white bunny plush. I didn't want anything else.

Including the photo album that recorded our family's happiness.

After packing, I sat numbly on the sofa, staring at our wedding photo.

What was once the most beautiful memory had now become the deadliest poison. The more I remembered, the more heart-wrenching pain it brought me.

Tears flowed down my pale face time and time again. I don't know how long it lasted.

Outside, the lights had come on, while I sat alone in darkness.

Click. The sound of the door opening startled me from my sorrow.

It was Jack, half-embracing, half-carrying Olivia in. To my surprise, our daughter Lily followed behind.

The little girl was carrying several large shopping bags full of luxury goods, panting from the effort.

I was about to rush over to take away those things and let her rest.

But Olivia blocked my way. "Sister Emily, hello, nice to meet you," she said.

She smiled, but her eyes were full of mockery.

I looked down at the hand she extended. On her ring finger was a pink diamond ring that dazzled my eyes.

It was the engagement ring Jack had spent three years designing as a gift for our tenth anniversary of being together.

Jack saw me staring at the diamond ring:

"My family has never lacked money because of you. Who are you putting on this stingy act for?"

"Olivia, don't mind her. You're being so forgiving, and she's still acting up."

Jack grabbed Olivia's hand and pulled her back into his arms.

"Jack, don't say that. Sister Emily just loves you too much, that's why she dislikes me," Olivia said.

She seemed to be mediating, but her eyes were red as if she was deeply wronged.

Jack looked ready to scold me, but I didn't want to argue with them.

"Lily, do you want to leave with Mommy?" I reached out to stroke my daughter's messy short hair.

My daughter slapped my hand away and ran to hug Olivia:

"No! I want to play with Sister Olivia. I want Daddy!"

I froze. "Lily, I'm Mommy. Didn't you say you loved Mommy the most?"

My daughter turned her head away, refusing to look at me, her little hands tightly hugging Olivia.

Jack sneered, "Go with you? How would a housewife like you survive out there? Relying on your grandmother? How many years does she have left?"

I didn't want to argue with him. I just wanted to take our daughter and leave.

"Lily Qin! Come here!" I tried hard not to let my voice shake, not wanting to show weakness in front of Jack.

"Daddy, let me take your surname. I don't want Mom's surname anymore..." Our daughter cried and ran to hug Jack's leg.

I found it ironic. Back then, Jack had insisted on giving our daughter my surname to express his love for me, and also because childbirth was so dangerous.

But now, this surname that had been nurtured with love had become a burden.

My daughter's words pierced my heart like an icicle. My voice trembled:

"Fine, as you wish."

"Jack, let's divorce. You can have custody of our daughter."

I threw the divorce agreement in front of Jack. "Sign it."

Jack didn't even look at me properly. He gazed at Olivia with gentle eyes.

"You won. Do as you like tonight," he said intimately, lightly tapping Olivia's cute nose, his tone ambiguous.

They had actually bet on whether I would ask for a divorce, using it for their dirty games.

"Jack! I'm talking to you!" I shouted, unable to contain myself any longer.

Jack's lips curled into a smile as he looked me up and down meaningfully.

In his eyes was something I had never seen before... contempt?