Belinda clearly didn't expect me to respond like that. She stared at me for a moment before saying, "It doesn't have to be a divorce. What if it affects Jaxton's company? A man of his status, having a mistress is pretty normal. You're living off Jaxton; you shouldn't be so selfish."

I snorted, thinking, "She just doesn't get the pain until it hits her personally, huh? How can she say such shameless things?"

"First of all, I have a stake in Jaxton's company, too. I'm a shareholder and get my share every year. The money I spend is mine. Secondly, you might lack dignity and morality, but I have them.

"And lastly, I wish you and your grandson well!"

I had no intention of revealing the truth right now—at least not until after the divorce.

I wanted to see their reactions once they were emotionally invested and then hit them with the truth. That would be something to watch.

After sending Jaxton a text to meet at our old spot, I went to find my friend Rebecca Amore, the doctor who had done our pre-marital checkup.

I needed the original report from back then.

"What? That bastard! How low can he get? He's the one who's infertile, and his mother is just as terrible, taking what she wants and then throwing it away. She's got her mouth and ass mixed up!"

Rebecca vented, clearly furious and almost ready to take matters into her own hands against the Munoz family.

She continued, "Don't worry. I kept the original report just in case his mother caused trouble. I never imagined it would turn out like this with Jaxton."

After finally calming Rebecca down, I was about to leave when I saw Jaxton with the woman who was expecting their child.

The tenderness and happiness on his face were overwhelming. The woman's eyes were filled with love. They looked like a perfect pair.

"Louisa? What are you doing here?"

Jaxton noticed me but immediately shielded the woman behind him. "Is something wrong? Vivian, why don't you head home? I'll join you later."

Once he had seen Vivian Collins off with apparent concern, Jaxton turned to me, his voice urgent. "Louisa, I heard from Mom that you want a divorce. Don't be ridiculous! I promised you that once the baby is born, I'll give her money to go abroad, and the child will only recognize you as the mother. What's the issue?"

I could hardly believe this was the man I had loved for so many years. At this moment, I realized he had decayed completely, from the inside out—not suddenly, but gradually under the influence of wealth and power.

Perhaps Jaxton had always been like this, but now he was no longer willing to pretend otherwise.

I looked up at his eyes, which were still as striking as ever but no longer clear. They no longer held only me; now, they were filled with things I couldn't understand.

I smiled, feeling a sense of relief as the last bit of my lingering affection faded away.

"Do you think you're some kind of emperor with multiple wives, grooming an illegitimate child to inherit your throne? Do you realize how arrogant you sound? To me now, you're nothing but trash, and trash should be thrown away."

Jaxton was stunned by my harsh words, staring at me in shock.

"Louisa, I..."

"Shut your mouth. Be at the courthouse by noon tomorrow. If you don't show up, don't blame me if something happens to Vivian and your precious son."

I walked away without a second glance. Jaxton didn't follow. Years of flattery and sycophancy had molded him into someone who believed he was above all others, and my repeated "self-righteousness" had deeply wounded his pride.

He was convinced I was madly in love with him and that this was all just a result of temporary anger.

But he was mistaken. I would never look back.

The next day at noon, Jaxton arrived precisely at the courthouse.

He looked at me coldly and said, "Louisa, I'll say this one last time—cut it out. My patience has limits."

"Figures a man with a cuckolded reputation would have strong patience," I retorted.

Jaxton didn't seem to understand my words. He just coldly dropped a parting line. "Don't regret this."

I scoffed at his ashen face and said, "Vivian's eight months along, right? She's about to give birth soon. Once she does, I'll make sure to send you a 'special gift' that you'll definitely find satisfying!"

Ignoring the storm brewing on Jaxton's face, I turned on my heel and walked away.