Chapter 2

Right after I posted the comment, the woman who had hung up on me called again.

"James, why did you leave that comment on Anderson's Twitter? Couldn't you say I was your wife's twin sister?"

"Do you really enjoy announcing to everyone that your wife cheated?"

"Aren't you afraid they'll mock you?"

"Because of your comment, Anderson is being criticized by his colleagues now. Are you happy?"

Every word was in defense of Anderson. Not a single word of guilt or apology to me.

In that instant, my heart, wrapped in sorrow, became as calm as stagnant water.

My mother's death had shown me clearly.

My tone was light with sarcasm: "So you are afraid that acquaintances will know you're morally corrupt, having a child for someone else without even divorcing first."

Austin's volume instantly shot up: "James, how am I morally corrupt?"

"Anderson injured himself down there trying to save me. Shouldn't I give him a child in return?"

"After hearing your heartless words, I think you and your mother are the ones without morals."

"If you mind that I had a child for someone else, then let's get divorced!"

In front of my mother's cold corpse, I smiled coldly and nodded: "Then let's divorce!"

Austin froze for a long time. She couldn't believe that I, who had always loved her like life itself, would agree to divorce.

Suddenly, Anderson's voice came from nearby.

"Austin, help me apply some medicine. I can't reach my back."

This was how Austin was. Whenever it concerned Anderson, she would leave me in the cold and forget we were even on a call.

"There, done. Does it still hurt?"

"That doesn't hurt anymore, but I have somewhere else that hurts. You look so sexy in this nightgown."

"Anderson, don't. I'm still in postpartum recovery."

I heard both of them breathing heavily. The ambiguous atmosphere was palpable even without being there in person.

"Austin, I really miss the time we spent together. I can't forget your body either."

"Now that we have a child, won't you divorce him for the child's sake..."

"Anderson, I won't divorce James."

"There won't be a second man in this world who loves me like he does."

"I know he's still angry right now and won't accept it for a while, but after I finish postpartum recovery, I'll go home."

I said nothing and just hung up the phone.

She said it was artificial insemination, but that was another lie. She was running off to have sex with Anderson every night under the excuse of working overtime.

I prepared to stand up when my phone received a message from Anderson.

"Did you hear that just now?"

"Pathetic loser, do you know how I slept with her?"

"While you were working overtime outside, I held her and kissed her in the bathroom."

"We've left our marks in the office, in your bed, even in your car."

"Remember that day at the supermarket buying condoms? There was only one box left and you let me have it. I used it that very night to sleep with your wife."

I was so angry I turned off my phone, both hands clenched into fists. Just as I was about to break down, I remembered I couldn't lose control in front of my mother. If her soul was beside me, how heartbroken would she be?

Fighting through the unbearable pain, I sent my mother's body to the crematorium.

I took her ashes back to our hometown and chose an auspicious day to bury my mother.

After finishing these matters, I stayed in my hometown for a month.

When I returned to the city, I found the house still looked exactly as it had when I left. She hadn't come back even once, nor had she called.

Her heart and her person were with Anderson and his son.

I contacted a lawyer and asked him to help me draft divorce papers.

When she came back, I would file for divorce. After putting down my phone, I sighed.

Going back to the company tomorrow, there would surely be plenty of gossip about me.