Chapter 1

To leave an heir for my childhood friend, who was terminally ill, my three-month pregnant wife ignored my pleas. She went ahead with the surgery, taking out our baby, just to make room for his.

Afterward, she just said blandly:

"Julian doesn't have much time left. Why argue with a sick man? I promise you, once I've had Julian's baby, we can have another one together."

Everyone thought I was completely infatuated with my wife, convinced I wouldn't refuse, that I'd eagerly step up and be a total doormat. But this time, I decisively signed the divorce papers. The very next day, I bought a plane ticket and left the country.

I saw my ex-wife again two years later at a high school reunion. The moment I walked into the private room, she shoved her two-year-old child into my arms, a haughty look on her face.

"Liam, you've been throwing a tantrum for two years, aren't you over it yet? Just apologize to me publicly, and I might give you a chance to take care of our mother and child!"

Everyone stifled their laughter, saying I'd hit the jackpot, a "two for one deal." But I just casually flashed the wedding ring on my left hand.

"No thanks. I already have a wife and kid of my own. No need to be a pathetic sap!"