Chapter 1

To help her lover tip off criminals, my reporter wife secretly planted a tracking device on me, causing a covert mission to fail.

Over a dozen of my comrades lost their lives, and I was thrown into prison for ten years on suspicion of leaking classified information.

After my release, I pushed open the front door to find streamers and noise flooding toward me.

Jennifer stood at the center in a designer suit, her posture as elegant as ever.

The officiant enthusiastically pushed me toward the center of the living room:

"Mr. Robert, Jennifer wanted to surprise you today by holding the wedding ceremony you two never completed!"

She gazed at me deeply, her fingertips trembling slightly.

"Robert, I've been waiting for you all these ten years..."

I stared at her coldly until the anticipation in her eyes gradually filled with unease, then I spoke flatly.

"A husband with a criminal record probably doesn't deserve you."

Jennifer's body shook violently, the color draining from her face instantly.

The day I went to prison, she used those exact words to force me to sign the divorce papers.

Dead silence filled the living room.

"Robert! If you hadn't gone to prison back then, would Jennifer have needed to divorce you to protect herself?"

My sister Mia stepped in front of Jennifer, glaring at me fiercely.

"She didn't look down on you, and she's still willing to wait for a废人 like you—you should be grateful!"

I smirked but didn't respond.

Ten years in prison taught me that the most powerful response is silence.

Seeing I had no reaction, the relatives joined in, chattering away with their persuasion.

My brother chimed in from the side: "Have you forgotten that you leaked information and got over a dozen people killed!"

"Jennifer has been compensating those families for the past ten years—otherwise you would've died in prison long ago!"

Leaked information? Got my comrades killed? I almost laughed out loud.

The night before the operation ten years ago, Jennifer had unusually pressed me about the mission location and timing.

I strictly refused, citing discipline.

Before bed, she took out a necklace and put it around my neck, choking up as she said:

"Wear this. May it keep you safe and bring you home."

But I didn't know then that the necklace concealed a tracking device!

At the time, Jennifer's ex-lover Anthony was being held hostage by criminals while investigating a dangerous drug trafficking case.

To save him, Jennifer chose to betray me and my comrades.

Just as we were about to close the net, Jennifer burst in with people!

Gunfire erupted, and my comrades fell before my eyes one after another.

Before the investigation began, she knelt and grabbed my hand, pressing it to her belly as she pleaded:

"Robert, I'm carrying our child. I can't have anything happen to me..."

Looking at her belly that hadn't yet started showing, I took the blame.

But the day the verdict came down, she pushed divorce papers in front of me and said coldly:

"I had a miscarriage. I can't let his life begin at a prison visiting window."

"A husband with a criminal record would destroy my career. Let's divorce."

The pen tip hovered over the signature line, trembling for a full three minutes.

Ten years of hell began with that stroke.

In prison, being blamed for my comrades' deaths made me a public enemy.

Beatings, freezing cold, contaminated food—all routine.

And the permanent disabilities I'll carry for life.

An inmate thug punctured my left lung, which still aches to this day.

My right hand was shattered and remains permanently twisted and deformed.

"Ha..." I finally couldn't help but laugh bitterly.

Jennifer's face grew even paler.

Her gaze swept over my disabled right hand and my labored breathing from lung pain, and something complex flashed in her eyes—hard to detect.

Like guilt, or perhaps irritation.

She took a deep breath and spoke gently to the still-chattering relatives:

"Everyone, please stop. Robert just got out—he probably needs time to adjust."

"During this time, I'll stay with him and show him my love."

Sure enough, the relatives immediately changed their tune, sighing one after another:

"Jennifer is such a rare, good woman!"

"Robert, knowing Jennifer is a blessing you earned over three lifetimes!"

Jennifer was too skilled at this performance—retreating to advance, playing the wronged yet devoted woman.

Suddenly, her phone rang.

After listening for just a few sentences, her expression changed dramatically. She grabbed Mia and rushed out without looking back.

The relatives in the living room exchanged glances, then found various excuses to leave one by one.