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Married for seven years, my husband, a financial news anchor, still got my name wrong. That day, he finally got it right once, only to beg me for a divorce. "Sarah, Emily is pregnant with my child. Let's get a divorce first, and then we can remarry in a couple of years..." I smiled calmly and agreed without hesitation. At the child's first birthday banquet, he came to me with the baby in his arms, looking serious and earnest. "Sarah, we can remarry. But Emily can't bear to be apart from the child. She has to stay home and take care of him." "Huh?" I was stunned for a second. His face immediately darkened. "You've never given birth. You don't understand the pain of a mother separated from her child. You're the one being wronged here, so I'll give you three thousand dollars as compensation. Also, I've already made an appointment for our remarriage at city hall tomorrow at 8 a.m." Only one problem. My name is Sareh, not Sarah. Seeing him about to blow up, I quickly called for security. "This man is crazy. Throw him out!" What a complete mess. I had just given birth to triplets. My CEO husband bought me this hotel as a gift. And I never expected to run into that idiot here.