Chapter 2

Divorce me?

For *this* woman?

Ryan once stood outside my dorm building for a hundred days straight, holding roses, just to get me to be with him.

He worked two jobs to save up for my engagement ring.

He fell off a scaffolding due to sleep deprivation, suffered a concussion, and was in a coma for a week.

The moment he opened his eyes, he practically ripped off his hospital gown to propose to me.

Before we got married, he willingly signed a prenup, swearing he wasn’t after my money.

He even swore on his life, under the moonlight, that if he ever betrayed me, he’d lose everything he had.

But now, he’d not only betrayed me, he was going to divorce me for *that* woman…

Seeing my silence, Olivia’s smile grew even more triumphant. She proudly patted her belly.

“You’ve been married to Ryan for seven years and haven’t even produced a single heir. Ryan is sick of it.”

“Ryan told me that even if you found out about us, you wouldn’t dare say anything, after all…”

Olivia’s malicious gaze dropped to my lower abdomen.

“After all, with Ryan’s standing, he needs an heir. His family has an empire to pass on, and if you can’t give him one, plenty of other women would jump at the chance.”

I stared at this mistress, so self-righteous in her actions. My face was cold, but a sarcastic smirk twisted my lips as I asked,

“Ryan told you he was sick of me, and that even if I knew about you two, I wouldn’t dare say anything?”

Olivia lowered her eyes. “Of course.”

“Ryan said you’re stupid and useless. If you hadn’t been so careless and caused that miscarriage years ago, he’d be a father by now…”

At her words, my heart gave a violent lurch. My limbs felt ice cold.

Not many people knew about what happened that year. I hadn’t even told my own parents. Ryan had promised me we’d keep it a secret.

Yet now, the thing that caused me such unbearable pain, he’d casually spilled to his mistress.

I clenched my fists, fury rushing to my head. I couldn't hear another word she said. With all my strength, I slapped her.