Chapter 3

Everyone thought I'd lost my mind, absolutely insane to insist on divorce.

Sarah saw my face swelling, blood trickling from the corner of my mouth, and immediately rushed over, heartbroken, to shield me.

"Mark, stop it!"

"Luke must be going through something. Let's give him a few days to think it over, okay?"

"Maybe in a few days, he won't want a divorce anymore…"

Everyone started whispering, calling me a fool, stubborn and irrational.

They said I was throwing away a good life just to get divorced, I must be possessed.

I scoffed.

And closed my eyes.

That day, Mark filmed me and uploaded the video to social media.

"Look at the venomous face of this man! His wife gave birth, he didn't care for her, didn't help her, drove her to postpartum depression, and now, just because she sleeps in a separate bed, he wants a divorce!"

"What kind of girl would be so unlucky as to marry a man like this?! I feel so sorry for my sister!"

Driven by his post, netizens launched a collective online witch hunt.

They blasted me online, calling me the worst kind of scumbag, a total freeloader who ditches his wife after she gives birth, a pig who only thinks with his crotch.

They even turned my face into memes.

Slamming me as the ultimate jerk.

I simply turned off my phone, ignored everything, and holed up in my study, dealing with work.

"I saw all the stuff online. It's pretty nasty."

My junior colleague, Maya, came to the house to drop off some files and casually mentioned it.

"So, Luke, are you really going through with the divorce with Sarah?"

"You're still in a wheelchair, can't move around easily. Without someone to help you, even getting to the courthouse would be tough, right?"

I couldn't help but sneer.

"Isn't that exactly what Sarah wants?"

Two months ago, I went out to buy breakfast for Sarah and was hit by a drunk driver.

I didn't die.

But I broke a leg.

Since then, I've been in a wheelchair, unable to move freely.

Sarah had to take care of the baby and me, which was too much for her, so we hired a nanny.

But I later found out.

That car accident, caused by the drunk driver, was orchestrated by Sarah.

At first, I couldn't believe it.

After all, to everyone who saw us, Sarah and I had been in love for eight years, known in our circle as a model couple.

We were high school sweethearts, inseparable from our school days right up to our wedding.

Our wedding photo was still displayed on the "Outstanding Alumni" board at the university.

But the video evidence sent to me by the private investigator explained everything.

Two months after my leg was broken.

I finally understood her true intentions.

Stuck in a wheelchair, I couldn't move freely and had to confine myself to my study. I needed the nanny for everything.

But what I called "care," was actually her monitoring me.

Sarah herself would hide in the closet all night.

Every time I woke up, my side of the bed was cold.

After that disastrous party, Sarah and I fell into a complete cold war.

Several times she tried to talk to me, but I refused to engage.

Yet, every few days, she'd try to smooth things over.

Coming to me, playing the victim.

One day, she came over, holding our son.

"Luke, I just had the nanny bathe our son. Will you hold him, please?"

"Since he was born a year ago, you've been so busy with work, have you really even looked at your son?"

Sarah's eyes welled up again as she spoke.

"I know I was wrong before, I neglected and overlooked you. We finally built our little family, so from now on, if we have any problems, let's talk it through and live a good life, okay?"

I didn't even glance at them, coldly and impatiently stating:

"Take your son and get lost."

Sarah was deeply hurt by my words.

She looked at me, incredulous, her eyes red. "Luke, he's your son too."

"Honestly, ask yourself, our son is almost a year old, how many diapers have you changed? How many times have you made him formula?"

"It's true, for the first six months after he was born, you were so involved. But after that, you completely changed. For days, you wouldn't even hold him…"

"Look, can't you see the hopeful look in his eyes? How much he wants his daddy to hold him? You two look so much alike…"

Hearing her words, I seemed to be touched.

I slowly turned my head to look at the baby in Sarah's arms.

Sarah's eyes immediately lit up, and she perfectly timed it, gently pushing the baby into my embrace.

"Luke, I knew you weren't that heartless."

"Whatever happened, it will pass. Even for our son's sake, we can't just get divorced!"

That day, I remained silent, watching her son smile at me.

If it were before.

My heart would have melted.

But now, it was hard as iron.

I printed out several divorce papers, but Sarah tore every single one to shreds.

Sarah refused to sign, no matter what.

She was such a proud person, yet she humbled herself for me time and again, constantly trying to make amends.

If I truly wanted a divorce, I'd have to find another way.

After three days of my silence.

My chance came.