"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.

I didn't reply to Bianca. Instead, I blocked every single way she could contact me.

The moment I turned off my phone, I suddenly felt an incredible sense of relief. I had wanted to do this for far too long.

Bianca was an only child, spoiled and doted on since she was young, so she was used to doing whatever she pleased.

In the past, whenever I upset her, Bianca would block me without hesitation.

Only after I lowered my head, pologized, and begged would she “graciously” take me off her blacklist.

Back then, I loved her. Even though it felt childish, I was still willing to indulge her.

But now that I tried doing the same thing she used to do, I finally understood her. It really felt damn good.

Deleting someone who wasn't worth it from my life felt like setting myself free.

What I didn't expect was that the very next day, Bianca showed up at my company.

I was reviewing a contract the department had submitted when my assistant, Max Young, knocked and came in.

"Mr. Keller, there's a woman outside looking for you. She says she's your wife."

I froze for a moment when I heard that. It took me a while to realize it had to be Bianca.

I didn't know what she wanted, but I waved my hand and told Max to bring her in.

The moment Bianca walked in, she sat down across from me angrily and slammed her bag onto my desk.

"Logan, did you hire a bunch of idiots? They don't even recognize me. Fire them now! And why did you block me? Even if you're jealous, you should know your limits."

Listening to her, I found it incredibly ironic. In six years of marriage, this was the first time she had ever come to my office on her own.

For those same six years, she never allowed me to post photos of us together in public. Yet now, she was complaining that no one at my company recognized her as the boss's wife.

Wasn't that ridiculous?

I calmly closed the contract and looked up at Bianca.

"What do you need?"

When she saw how cold I was, her expression immediately darkened. But for some reason, she swallowed her anger.

"Theo ran out of money for chemo. I don't have enough either. Give me your card, and I'll forgive you for making me mad a few days ago."

Bianca reached her hand out to me as if it were only natural, like I was supposed to do anything for her, including paying for her first love's medical treatment.

I couldn't help laughing out loud.

How pathetic I must have been to make Bianca think I wanted a divorce out of jealousy and to let her say something this absurd.

Not only was I supposed to accept her having a child for her first love, but I was also expected to pay to treat my romantic rival?

Wasn't that just degrading?

I stared at the hand she had extended toward me and laughed again.

Then I stood up, walked to the door, and opened it.

"Bianca, I've already decided to divorce you. There's no point in clinging to me now. I don't think there's a man in this world who could accept his wife having a child for her first love and then paying to support him. So why not end things cleanly? Wouldn't that be better?"

Bianca froze.

By the time she reacted, my employees were already watching the two of us.

After all, people at work love this kind of explosive gossip.

Bianca's face instantly turned red. She stared at me with wide eyes.

She pointed at me and shouted, "Logan, are you insane? Why are you saying all that nonsense in front of these people? My parents were still singing your praises not long ago! How did you turn into someone so heartless, someone who won't even save a life?"

Looking at Bianca, burning with anger, I once again felt that divorce was absolutely the right decision.

"I'm talking nonsense? Hah."

I met Bianca's eyes directly, my tone dripping with sarcasm.

"Bianca, do you really think I don't know anything? Have you forgotten what you said at the hospital two days ago?"

Hearing that, Bianca went stiff.

"I've already let you and Theo be together. Don't expect to get anything else from me, or you'll end up with nothing."

After saying that, I turned and walked away.

Letting my emotions get the better of me and exposing family scandals in public was already embarrassing enough.

I really didn't want to stay and face everyone's pitying looks.

But just as I reached the elevator, Bianca chased after me.

She reached out to block me, breathing hard.

"Logan, what did you mean by what you just said?"

I stopped and replied impatiently, "I meant exactly what I said. Did you already forget what you said yourself?"

Bianca pressed her lips together, her face flushing red as she spoke incoherently, "What did I say? I don't remember saying anything!"

I looked at her and, for the first time, felt that she was a really bad liar.

I even regretted it. I should've ended things cleanly with a quick divorce instead of choosing a mutual agreement just to spare her dignity.

"Two days ago, you said you were already sick of me and didn't want to be with me anymore. You stayed by my side only for the money, didn't you? You said that when Theo came back, your heart finally started racing again."

I said each word slowly and clearly.

When she heard that, Bianca's face changed completely.