Chapter 1

I loved Edward. I loved him to the point of madness.

It didn't matter that he was a serial cheater. It didn't even matter that he slept with Chloe Vance, the notorious fake heiress.

I still couldn't let him go.

I pumped my body full of hormone shots and IVF drugs, desperate to keep him by giving him a baby.

Until today.

My doctor finally told me I was pregnant.

Clutching the ultrasound report, I rushed to his office without wasting a single second.

"Edward, I’m preg—" The words died in my throat.

Edward was on his desk, passionately kissing his new secretary.

He didn't even stop. He just spared me a cold, irritated glance.

"Get the hell out!"

At that moment, something inside me finally snapped.

I could tolerate a terrible husband. But did my child deserve such a pathetic father?

Thirty minutes later, the office door finally clicked open.

The new secretary walked out.

She smoothed down her rumpled skirt, glared at me with a smirk, and swayed her hips as she walked away.

I had witnessed this exact scene hundreds of times.

The old Sarah would have cried, her heart shattering into pieces. But now? I felt absolutely nothing. I was numb.

I pushed the door open.

Hearing my footsteps, Edward turned his head. The moment he saw me, his brows knitted into his signature scowl.

"What are you doing back here?"

"Didn't I tell you to stop showing up at my office for no reason?"

I hesitated. Slowly, I slid the ultrasound report deep into my purse.

"Edward, let’s get a divorce."

The hand Edward used to hold his cigarette froze mid-air.

He let out a dry laugh and looked at me mockingly.

"What? You finally can't take it anymore?"

"If I remember correctly, you were the one who begged and used every trick in the book to marry me."

Just as the words left his mouth, his phone on the desk buzzed twice.

It was Chloe. Edward glanced at the screen. He didn't even bother to hide it from me.

He picked up, his voice immediately softening into an intimate drawl.

"Hey, baby. Miss me already?"

"Of course I love you. You’re my only girl."

"You’re back in the country? Great. I'll see you in a bit."

I could hear Chloe’s giggling voice leaking through the speaker.

A few minutes later, Edward hung up. His cold eyes landed back on me.

He tilted his chin toward the corner of his desk.

"The divorce papers are right there. I already signed them."

"If you want to sign, go ahead."

"It’s not like this is the first time you’ve thrown a tantrum about divorcing me."

Edward stood up, grabbed his jacket from the back of his chair, and walked toward the door.

He paused at the threshold, throwing a parting shot over his shoulder.

"By the way, don’t wait up for me tonight. Stop acting like the perfect, miserable wife at home. My mother sees you doing that and never stops nagging me."

With that, he walked out without a single backward glance.

Faced with such humiliation, I should have collapsed to the floor, sobbing.

But strangely, my eyes were bone-dry. I couldn't shed a single tear.

I walked over to his desk and pulled out the divorce papers.

I flipped to the last page. The bold signature 'Edward Sterling' looked like a mockery of my years of devotion.

"Ha."

I let out a self-deprecating laugh.

I didn't even bother reading the terms regarding asset division or alimony. None of it mattered anymore.

I grabbed a pen from the holder.

Stroke by stroke, I signed my name and took my copy of the papers.

It was only when I walked out of the towering corporate building that I pulled the ultrasound out of my pocket.

On the black-and-white print, there was only a tiny, blurry sac.

I decided to abort it.

I didn't want to save my marriage anymore. And I certainly didn't want his child.

My baby deserved a better father.