The day my wife slept with her terminally ill “male best friend” to take his virginity, I left a divorce agreement behind and walked out.

Before I left, I commented under their hand-holding photo on Instagram.

[Let's get divorced. I wish you and Theo a long and happy life together.]

One minute later, she called me. "Logan, how did I end up marrying someone as selfish as you? Can you really let him die without someone to carry on his line?"

I sneered and replied that she wasn't my wife anymore, so that wasn't really my problem.

She panicked.

After signing my name on the divorce papers, everything was finally settled.

I wiped my face and felt my eyes clear. Almost to comfort my own heart, I told myself that it was over with Bianca Keller, the woman I loved and hated at the same time.

The moment I signed those papers, all the bitterness and pain from before slowly faded.

Thinking about Bianca now felt nothing but ironic.

What was the point of me hurting here? Bianca was probably already tangled up in bed with her first love, Theo McCoy.

She had never truly cared about me, anyway. After all these years, shouldn't I be used to that by now?

I couldn't help but let out a mocking smile.

Still, I couldn't accept it. Why was it that they hurt me so badly and walked away without consequence?

With that thought, I suddenly wanted to make Bianca uncomfortable.

I picked up my phone, tapped on her profile picture, and left a comment under the photo of her and Theo holding hands on Instagram.

[Let's get divorced. I wish you and Theo a long and happy life together. Congrats on not having to rack your brains for excuses just to sleep together anymore.]

Bianca and I had been married for six years, and we shared countless mutual acquaintances.

In that post, she didn't show Theo's face. A lot of people thought it was me and her showing off our relationship. Some even joked in the comments about us being overly affectionate.

Bianca didn't explain anything and just let me serve as a cover for her affair with Theo.

It made my stomach turn.

So, I decided to be straightforward and explained everything right there in the comments, letting everyone see what kind of person Bianca really was.

Less than a minute later, Bianca's accusatory call came in.

"Why did you leave that nonsense comment on Instagram? What will people think of me if they see that? I already explained it to you! Theo doesn't have much time left. Can't you even grant him this one wish?"

Maybe because I didn't respond right away, Bianca's voice grew sharper and more vicious.

"I can't believe I married someone so selfish! How could you let him die without someone to carry on his line?"

Hearing her say that made me feel sick to my core.

Bianca was my wife, yet she wanted to sleep with another man, have his child, and still expected me to swallow it and nod along.

Besides, she said that Theo's so-called final wish was to sleep with her and not die a virgin. Who would believe that?

At that moment, the last trace of nostalgia I had for this relationship completely disappeared.

I let out a cold laugh.

"You're not my wife anymore," I told her. "What does that have to do with me? Even if you have ten kids for Theo in the future, it won't concern me. Wait, I get it now. You want me to raise them for you, right? I've seriously never seen someone so shameless."

After saying that, I hung up the phone, forcing myself to suppress the urge to lose control.

I would rather gouge my eyes out than deal with her for one more second.

The reason my wife and I were getting divorced was absurd beyond belief.

Bianca wanted to make sure her dying first love had no regrets. She wanted to help him lose his virginity and give him a child to carry on his line.

A week earlier, Bianca suddenly told me that Theo was back.

When I heard that, my grip tightened around my phone instinctively. I pretended not to care and asked why he had come back.

I knew better than anyone how important Theo was to Bianca.

Bianca pressed her lips together, her eyes looking a little red.

"He has late-stage stomach cancer. He wants to return to his hometown and spend his final days there."

I was uncomfortable with Bianca's past with Theo, but considering that he didn't have much time left, I reluctantly accepted that my wife would often go visit him.

But two weeks later, Bianca came to me with a hesitant look, saying she wanted to discuss something important.

I didn't understand what was going on, but seeing how serious she looked, a bad feeling rose sharply in my chest.

After hesitating for a moment, Bianca finally said with resolve, "I want to have a child for Theo."

"What?!"

The moment I heard that, my mind went completely blank.

What did she mean? Was my wife really telling me she wanted to have another man's child?

Bianca glanced at me, then nodded hard and started explaining.

"Theo stayed unmarried all the way until his thirties because of me. Now, he's about to die. I have to at least fulfill his wish."

As she spoke, her cheeks flushed slightly, as if what she was about to say next was hard to get out.

"Theo…stayed a virgin for me. He's never been with a woman. So I've decided to have a child for him. I've already talked it through with him. The baby will take your last name. That should be fine, right?"

Seeing how stiff my expression was, Bianca hurried to add that last part.

I stared at her in disbelief and shot to my feet.

"What the hell are you talking about? You want to have Theo's child and then have me raise it?! No! I won't agree to this. Before, when you were taking care of Theo, I turned a blind eye. Now you're openly telling me you want to cheat on me? What are you even thinking?"

My anger exploded in an instant, and I completely lost control.

All these years, because I loved Bianca, I tolerated the fact that she still couldn't let go of Theo. I even accepted that she went to take care of him.

But what she just said felt like a hard slap across my face. It was painful and humiliating.

Bianca froze for a moment, clearly not expecting such a strong reaction from someone who had always indulged her.

She snapped back to herself and said unhappily, "What are you doing, Logan? I'm not discussing this with you. I'm informing you."

She frowned at my flushed face, her expression full of dissatisfaction.

"Besides, even though I married you, my uterus belongs to me. If I want to have a child for someone, do I really need your permission? And if you hadn't insisted on marrying me back then, I could've run away with Theo long ago. You just took advantage of the situation!"

When Bianca said that, the way she looked at me was filled with resentment.

All my strength to argue or question her drained away in an instant.

I never imagined Bianca would blame her separation from Theo on me.

Back then, Bianca was humiliated and secretly photographed. When Theo, who was her boyfriend at the time, found out, he left the city.

Her parents, who had spent their lives working in education, couldn't handle the blow and fell seriously ill.

That was when I stepped forward.

I had loved her for years. I wouldn't deny that I took advantage of the timing.

But I couldn't help myself. The moment I first saw Bianca at school, I had already chosen her. Everyone knew she was dating Theo back then, and I never would've tried to steal her away.

Later, Theo was gone, and Bianca fell into despair.

How could I stand by and do nothing when the woman I loved was suffering?

During the two years Bianca struggled with depression, I stayed by her side the whole time. Maybe my sincerity moved her, or maybe she finally gave up on Theo.

Two years later, Bianca asked me to marry her. I thought my devotion had finally paid off.

After we got married, I kept watching over her. I didn't dare let my guard down, worried her depression would return.

But now, six years later, Bianca actually blamed me for the regrets between her and Theo.

What a joke!

That simple accusation erased all my effort and all my sincerity.

"Then what am I to you? A disposable ATM?" I almost roared those words out.

Anger turned my eyes red and made my mouth twitch. I couldn't form another complete sentence.

I couldn't understand how Bianca could treat me like this. We had been married for six years. How could she be so cruel?

"You're so dramatic!" She glanced at me, her eyes full of disgust. "Forget it. I don't care what you think. I'm having this child for Theo."

I was just about to say something when Bianca's phone rang. The ringtone was distinctive, and I immediately knew it was Theo.

From the phone, Theo's voice came through, faint and unsteady.

"Bianca, my stomach hurts again. I really want to see you. Can you come over?"

The man's voice sounded weak. I saw with my own eyes the worry and tenderness flash through Bianca's gaze.

It was an expression she had never once shown me.

I instinctively grabbed Bianca's hand. "Bianca, please don't do this. You're my wife…"

She shook my hand off, irritation written all over her face.

"Can you stop this already? Theo is sick! He really needs me right now. Even if you're jealous, at least consider the timing. Is this really the moment for that? Stop making a scene. Theo doesn't have much time left."

When she said that last line, her brows were tightly drawn together, as if I were the only one being unreasonable.

I felt something shatter inside my chest.

"Bianca," I called out.

My voice sounded distant, as if it wasn't really mine.

"If you can only choose between Theo and me, who will you pick?"

"Logan, do you really have to do this? Theo is sick, and you still want to compete with him. Fine, I'll tell you. I choose Theo. Happy now?" Bianca snapped.

"Alright. Since you made your choice, let's get divorced."

My jaw ached, like I was about to grind my back teeth to dust.

"Since you can't forget Theo, there's no point in me clinging on anymore. Let's both let go. Divorce is the best choice."

I couldn't understand why Bianca couldn't forget Theo, yet also refused to let me go.

Did she really want to make me a cuck for life, never to hold my head high again?

There were so many things I had turned a blind eye to in the past. Now, I didn't want to endure it anymore.

The world didn't revolve around Bianca alone. If I loved the wrong person, so be it. I could start over.

When Bianca heard what I said, her eyes filled with disbelief. She reached out and grabbed my arm, demanding an explanation.

"What are you talking about?! Have you lost your mind? You want a divorce?"

I let out a cold laugh and shot back at her.

"What else am I supposed to do? Wait for you to openly humiliate me?"

Her expression froze for a moment before she turned to me with a sneer.

"Reverse psychology doesn't work on me. If we really get divorced, no matter how much you beg later, I won't take you back."

"That will never happen. I'll have the divorce papers ready as soon as possible. When the time comes, you just need to sign."

At that moment, I felt unbelievably calm.

Maybe Bianca's actions had finally woken me up. I realized she didn't love me, so nothing I did would ever matter.

The moment Theo came back, I became completely unnecessary.

When Bianca saw how serious I was, her face flushed with anger. She glared at me furiously.

"So you're serious about this, huh? Fine! Divorce it is. I'm not afraid of you!"

She grabbed her bag and stormed out the door.

That argument happened three days ago. In those three days, neither Bianca nor I contacted each other.

Instead, Bianca kept posting vague updates on Instagram. I took a look, and most of them were photos of her with Theo.

What a shameless couple.

I knew exactly what she was trying to do. She wanted to provoke me.

In the past, if I had seen Bianca being this close with another man, I would've broken down and given in long ago.

But now, I didn't love her anymore, so the whole jealousy act felt meaningless.

I hadn't been idle these past three days, either. I had already asked a lawyer to prepare the divorce agreement.

Today, leaving the divorce papers behind and walking away felt like a fitting end to our relationship.

It was just ironic that after six years of marriage, all my belongings fit into a single suitcase.

I moved my things into a small apartment near my company. I had bought it years ago to make getting to work easier.

After marrying Bianca, I never stayed there again. Even when I worked late or had business dinners, I still wanted to go home and be with her.

Now, the outcome was telling me how terribly wrong I had been.

Putting Bianca first in everything never earned me her love. It only made her think I couldn't live without her, so she never had to consider my feelings at all.

After unpacking, I noticed several missed calls from Bianca on my phone.

When I didn't answer, she sent a long string of messages.

[Logan, are you really going to divorce me? You said yourself that you'd always stay by my side! What right do you have to break your promise now?

[Get this straight! Back then, you begged my parents to let me be with you, swearing you would treat me well for the rest of your life. Have you forgotten?

[I don't mind getting a divorce, but you have to tell everyone it was your fault and had nothing to do with me. My parents can't handle it otherwise.

[Fine. I'm willing to take a step back. After I give birth to Theo's baby, I can also have one for you. Haven't you always wanted a kid?]

When I read the last message, I almost laughed from anger.

So this was Bianca's solution. Use a child as compensation.

I gave a bitter, self-mocking smile.

I had thought Bianca reaching out meant she still had feelings for me. As it turned out, she was just afraid I would expose the outrageous things she had done, and her parents wouldn't be able to take the shock.

After all, hearing about their daughter cheating would break the conservative old couple.

But why? Why should I be the one to bear the consequences of her mistakes?

Back then, to protect Bianca, I ignored everyone's judgment and married her. I spent a huge amount of money buying back those distasteful photos.

Bianca was afraid of pain and said she didn't want children. I accepted that, too.

I even told my parents I couldn't have kids and told them not to pressure Bianca.

And what did I get in return?

A wife who wanted to sleep with her first love and have his child.