Chapter 1

On the day I was discharged from the hospital, a thug rushed straight at me with a knife.

My wife, Chloe, had just stepped out with my discharge papers and billing statement.

Without a second thought, she threw herself onto my back. The blade pierced right through her body, and blood pooled all over the floor.

The city's top specialists worked day and night for ten days to drag her back from the brink of death.

The moment Chloe opened her eyes, the first thing I said to her was, "Now that you're awake, let's sign the divorce papers."

She grabbed the hem of my shirt, sobbing uncontrollably.

My parents rushed over. My mother, Helen, tried to comfort Chloe, while my father, John, dragged me back.

"Ethan, Chloe just barely survived! She’s not even out of the woods yet!"

"Besides, the doctor just told us she's three months pregnant. Stop this nonsense!"

I looked at Chloe, my patience wearing thin.

"What does her pregnancy have to do with me wanting a divorce?"

The moment those words left my mouth, John slapped me hard across the face. Even the bystanders in the hallway started pointing and whispering, calling me a monster.

Chloe clutched her stitched-up wound, looking at me with pure betrayal. "I died for you, Ethan. Is this how you hurt me?"

I remained completely cold. "Sign the papers, and I’ll never hurt you again."

I threw the divorce agreement onto Chloe’s lap. She forced herself to sit up straight, trembling through the pain.

Her hands shook as she picked up the papers, her tears immediately soaking the pages.

"Ethan, is this because I didn't take good care of you when you were hurt? Are you mad? I only left your side because I wanted to make you healthy, organic meals."

Looking at Chloe’s tear-stained face, I couldn't summon a single ounce of pity.

Instead, my disgust only grew stronger.

"I don't care what you did. None of it is going to stop this divorce."

Chloe cried harder. She reached out, trying to hug me and seek comfort like she used to.

But the moment her hands stretched toward me, I took a sharp step back.

That simple rejection completely shattered her. Her eyes filled with desperate pleading.

"Ethan, if you're mad that I've been in the hospital too long and couldn't look after you, I'll discharge myself right now. Let's go home. Please, don't be mad."

She struggled to swing her legs out of the bed to put on her shoes.

The nurse immediately rushed over and held her down. The nurse looked even more heartbroken for Chloe than I was.

"You just woke up! Your wound is still bleeding. If you leave now, we won't be able to save you if things go south!"

With that, the nurse shot me a murderous glare.

In an instant, all the medical staff in the room glared at me with pure hostility.

They couldn't help but speak up for Chloe.

"Chloe is such an angel. She took care of him every single day before this. She even brought extra home-cooked meals for the night-shift staff. Good people really get the worst luck."

"Exactly. This man changes his face faster than the weather. I bet he has someone else on the side. Honestly, the guy who stabbed him was probably the side chick's husband. Poor Chloe."

Hearing their baseless accusations, I remained completely calm.

Chloe wiped her tears and spoke to them with absolute devotion.

"Even if Ethan really fell in love with someone else, I would never leave him. I believe that as long as I give him my whole heart, he will come back to me."

Her words basically confirmed their suspicion of my "infidelity." Out of patience, I pulled up the messages on my phone and showed them to her.

"I've already rented a new apartment. Once we've been separated long enough, the court will grant the divorce anyway."

As soon as I finished speaking, the sound of a thermos smashing on the floor echoed from behind.

John and Helen burst into the room, rushing to shield Chloe.

"Chloe, honey, you just woke up. You can't get stressed. Ethan is probably just traumatized by the attack. Don't take his words to heart."

Chloe nodded weakly. I strode over and pulled Helen back.

"She is not your daughter-in-law anymore. You don't need to care about her. I am perfectly sane, and I want a divorce."

Helen’s eyes reddened, and she slapped me across the face again.

Her finger trembled as she pointed at me. "Do you realize Chloe is three months pregnant? Are you going to end your chance of ever starting a family?"

I pushed Helen away gently and spoke coldly. "She isn't the only woman in the world who can have a baby."

With that, I forced a pen into Chloe’s hand. The more she struggled, the harder I gripped her hand.

Soon, her sudden movements tore her stitches. Bright red blood stained the snow-white hospital sheets.

John lost his temper, grabbing my collar and slamming me against the wall. "If you don't want this child, we do!"

I stood up, wiping the blood from my forehead, my expression remaining completely indifferent. "As long as I don't sign the birth certificate, this kid won't get a single dime of my inheritance or carry my family name."

Ignoring the severe pain from her bleeding wound, Chloe grabbed the divorce papers, ripped them in half, and threw them at my face.

She screamed, "Ethan, do you even have a heart? Back when you were starting your business, I worked three jobs and sold my plasma to support you! Now that we're finally rich, why are you throwing me away?"

Looking at her pale face, I calmly picked up the ripped papers and threw them back onto her bed.

"Even if you sold your kidney, I would still divorce you."

My parents stared at me in absolute shock. The doting, loving husband I used to be was entirely gone.

Just as they were about to speak, a crowd of reporters suddenly barged through the door.

"Chloe! Your heroic story has gone viral on TikTok! We're here for an exclusive interview!"