Jaxton and I had grown up as childhood friends, living across the hall from each other.

We attended the same elementary, middle, and high schools and even ended up at the same university. Jaxton had sacrificed his chance to attend a better school just to be with me, which made his mother resent me deeply.

I never expected Jaxton to go to such lengths for me. I even watched him carefully when it came time to choose his major and was surprised when he changed his plans on a whim.

When I approached him with tear-filled eyes, he just laughed it off, pulling me into his arms with a carefree smile. "With your sweet nature, how could I trust you won't be bullied if I'm not around? I can't risk it."

He gently wiped my tears away, his youthful warmth enveloping me. He nuzzled my neck, much like a loyal dog showing affection for its owner. "Don't cry! If you want to thank me, then just marry me."

So, we spent our college years in a bubble of sweet affection. As Jaxton began to make a name for himself and start his own business, I was by his side through the ups and downs.

We didn't achieve success overnight; we failed several times and sometimes had to squeeze into tiny rooms. We couldn't afford to use the air conditioner and would huddle together for warmth, but we found comfort in each other and made light of our struggles.

Eventually, we succeeded. Jaxton became a formidable CEO, and I became the elegant first lady in his company.

Yet, fate had its own plans. During our pre-marital checkup, I was diagnosed with infertility.

Belinda Munoz, Jaxton's mother, stormed into our house and pleaded with me, her voice choked with emotion. "Louisa, please just let him go. I only have one child. The Munoz family line cannot end here. Please, just let Jaxton go."

"Mom, what are you doing?" Jaxton quickly followed, pulling his mother up and giving me an apologetic look. He then dragged her away.

Somehow, Jaxton managed to convince his mother, and she no longer opposed our marriage.

He even came to me later, his voice firm and serious as he said, "I will only love you in this lifetime, you're the only one I need."

I really, really believed him at that moment.

But even the most passionate feelings could fade under the wear and tear of time. Our once-fierce love gradually settled into a quiet routine.

Still, I always thought we were deeply in love with each other.

Now, it just seemed ridiculous.

At 35, Jaxton had matured, and his career was thriving. His thoughts were no longer those of an 18-year-old.

He needed an heir, someone to inherit his vast wealth, a child of his own blood.

This idea, vague at first, took root in his heart.

He needed a child, and I couldn't give it to him.

So, when that woman called me, I felt a sense of inevitability.

Jaxton's infidelity wasn't without warning signs. I had noticed his strange behavior more than once, but I always comforted myself, convincing myself not to overthink it. I was just deluding myself.

But the truth was, it was never me who was infertile.

It was Jaxton.

The doctor who examined us was my friend. When she found out about Jaxton's condition, she immediately came to me, asking delicately what I thought.

Shocked and hurt, I hesitated but finally asked her to keep it a secret and create a fake report.

I was so full of Jaxton at that time, fearing the blow he might suffer if he knew the truth. So, I took the blame for being unable to bear children.

Who would have thought that people's hearts were so unpredictable?

Wiping away the tears in the corner of my eyes, I silently began packing my things.

I might have a gentle and, frankly, timid personality, but when I made up my mind about something, I always followed through.

Jaxton had crossed my line, and I would never forgive someone who betrayed me.

The door was pounded so hard it seemed like it might break. I knew who it was, but I was in no mood to deal with her. I just continued packing.

"Open up! I know you're home! Louisa, you can't be so selfish. Jaxton finally has his own flesh and blood. If you have any conscience, you shouldn't object!"

Belinda had never liked me, and when she learned of my infertility, she was even more determined to get me away from her son.

Now that she had finally gotten her wish, she wouldn't allow me to ruin the birth of her grandson.

I had tolerated her bullying in the past because I loved Jaxton. But now that love was gone, what was she to me?

Dragging my suitcase, I opened the door and saw Belinda, her face contorted with anger. Before she could speak, I interrupted her.

"I will divorce Jaxton, but he's the one who's at fault. I won't settle for less than what's mine in the property division."