Chapter 2

As I entered the hallway, I saw movers carelessly throwing my luggage out.

I rushed forward to stop them.

“What are you doing? Stop it!”

Just then, Lester, dressed in a haute couture suit, calmly walked out of the house.

“You should move out for a while. It's for your own good.”

I trembled, my voice hoarse.

“Was five years of lying not enough? Are you trying to drive me to ruin? Do you have a heart at all?!”

Lester briefly closed her eyes, exhaling helplessly.

“Can you stop making a scene?”

“Cedric and I are bound by a family arrangement. I hid you away for your own good, you understand, right?”

“As for this entire building, I actually bought it for Cedric, but now that he knows about you, you'll eventually be discovered if you stay here.”

My eyes blurred with tears, but her words became even clearer.

Every word pierced my heart, leaving me raw and bleeding.

The house that held five years of beautiful memories had never truly been mine.

As she left, Lester tossed a set of keys at me.

“My assistant will take you. You can stay in the suburbs for now. Don't be difficult.”

Watching her retreating figure, I picked up the keys and powerlessly threw them at her.

I never imagined my wife, my partner through thick and thin, could become so hateful.

Lester's assistant took me to a lavish villa.

The moment I stepped inside, the assistant locked the door behind me.

My eyes landed on a huge family photo of three people.

Lester and Cedric were smiling brightly, holding a three-year-old child.

No wonder every time I brought up having children, she would look resistant and quickly change the subject.

It turned out she already had a son.

Seeing the date on the photo, my heart sank to rock bottom.

That day, my father had died of a sudden heart attack, and I desperately called Lester from the hospital corridor.

I cried until my voice was hoarse, but her tone was dismissive.

“I'm sorry, my boss sent me on another business trip. I won't be home for another week.”

She hung up quickly, without even a proper word of condolence.

It turned out that while I was at my most heartbroken, she was taking family photos with Cedric and their child.

I uncontrollably smashed the photo frame and knelt on the floor, weeping silently.

After my tears dried, I pulled out my phone to contact a lawyer.

“Please draft a divorce agreement for me.”

I stared at it self-torturingly for a long time before realizing that fresh blood was gushing from my unhealed wound.

I instinctively dialed Lester's number.

The first call was hung up; the second went straight to voicemail.

The pain was so intense I passed out.

Just then, two or three bodyguards burst in, forcibly dragging me into a car.

The car sped all the way to the hospital.

In the ward, they tied me up.

Until an alarming needle appeared before my eyes, I struggled desperately.

“What do you want from me?!”

The next second, Lester's fierce face entered my vision.

“I warned you not to upset Cedric, but you insisted on taking risks.”

“Now Cedric knows about you and just tried to slit his wrists. I know you have a rare blood type. We need to draw your blood to save him immediately!”