But there was one thing I didn't understand—why did I have to be Julie's target?
I had never met her before, and I only learned from Cameron's friends that he had an ex-girlfriend like her.
After I got married to Cameron without a hitch, my daily focus was always on how to help him relax after work and make sure he had a satisfying meal.
Later on, Betty kept urging me to have a child, and I was caught up in the constant process of trying to conceive.
Cameron had been working very hard at work, and it was common for him to return home at ten o'clock at night.
Every night, I would drag my tired body to prepare a hearty late-night snack for him.
After a long time of not being able to conceive, Betty began to think that something was wrong with my body. She dragged me to the hospital for a checkup, and while there, I convinced Cameron to do a full-body checkup with me.
The results showed that my body was in perfect condition, and instead, Cameron was the one with problems.
His prolonged heavy smoking, drinking, and late nights had caused him to develop azoospermia—his probability of having children was less than 0.3%.
I didn't tell him about this to save him his dignity. I only said that both of us had healthy bodies and that as long as we did proper preparations for getting pregnant, we would eventually have a child.
However, Betty continued to insist that there was definitely something wrong with my body.
I secretly researched many dietary supplements and cooked three different nutritious meals each day for Cameron, hoping it might help him.
I even self-learned some medical knowledge and massaged his feet every day, wishing that he could sleep better. I also had to secretly consult a fertility specialist about Cameron's condition.
Not only that, I took various medications to improve my chances of having a healthy pregnancy and keep my body in an optimal state for conception.
After we got married, Cameron repeatedly told me how lucky he was to have an amazing wife like me, claiming that he was the happiest man in the world.
…
"Julie, what exactly do you want to do?" I mused in my mind.
I wanted to run over and demand answers—what did she "win"? Why was she trying to "win"?
However, Julie simply trembled, and Cameron immediately angrily pointed his finger at me.
"Justine, what are you trying to do here? Didn't I warn you not to disturb Julie?" he snapped.
I looked at the man in front of me. My heart felt so ice-cold—it was a feeling I had never experienced before.
"Since you treasure her so much, let's just get divorced!" I cried.
Just then, a passerby picked up the report I had dropped on the ground. "Who's Cameron? You dropped your infertility report!"
Cameron rushed over in shock. He took the report and looked it over again and again.
This was something I had brought over to show to him, but it had accidentally fallen to the ground and ended up getting picked up by a passerby.
The gathered crowd began to whisper.
"Infertile? What's the difference between him and a castrated man?"
"Tsk! A guy like this is trying to do the same as others and keep a mistress? What a joke!"
Cameron was just as shocked as everyone else. From the beginning till the end, he had always thought I was the problem, but he never expected that the one who truly couldn't father children was him.
"Justine, you forged this, didn't you? How could there be anything wrong with my body?" he shouted.
I regarded him with a cold gaze and said, "This is the report the hospital issued after our first full-body checkup. I've worked so hard for so many years before finally getting pregnant. I did my best to give you the chance to be a father!
"But since you didn't cherish it, then forget about it. Let's get divorced!"
