Chapter 5

At one fifty that afternoon, I sat on a bench at city hall.

I called Conrad for the tenth time. Still no answer.

I found my lawyer’s number and sent a message.

【Help me file for divorce through litigation. I’ll send you the materials this afternoon.】

That night, after Conrad’s father, Old Blackwell, urged me several times, I still went back to the old house.

Not long after I arrived, the door opened.

Conrad walked in with his arm around Sherry. When he saw me, he froze.

Old Blackwell’s face darkened.

“You bastard. You bring just anyone into this house now?”

Conrad sat down with Sherry in his arms, his tone easy.

“Dad, it’s just dinner. Do you need to be this angry?”

Then he glanced at me.

“I thought you weren’t coming, so I brought her. Today is her occasion. Don’t make trouble.”

I gave a small laugh.

We were not even divorced yet, and he had already brought his mistress to meet his parents.

Back then, on the day Conrad proposed to me, I was unexpectedly diagnosed with an illness.

To avoid holding him back, I cruelly rejected him.

But Conrad ran to the church and knelt his way up the stone steps one by one.

Ninety-nine steps. His knees were scraped raw, all to pray that I would recover.

When I found out, I cried bitterly and finally agreed to marry him.

At the time, I thought true love could overcome anything.

“So this is the pregnant mistress? Shameless.”

Conrad’s mother’s voice interrupted my thoughts.

Almost instinctively, he frowned and pulled Sherry closer.

“Mom, you don’t get to criticize my woman.”

Sherry leaned against him with red eyes.

She always looked as if the entire world had wronged her.

I found it boring and stood indifferently.

“I’ll leave first.”

The moment I walked out of the Blackwell family gates, I suddenly remembered something.

Back then, his prayer had been:

“Even if Cecilia never stays with me, as long as she is healthy, that’s enough.”

Well then.

He got his wish.