On our wedding day, my wife, Jessica Burke, a CEO as well, got into the wrong wedding limousine and ended up spending the night with her male assistant, Callum Ross.

The next day, she came back covered in red marks. Kneeling before me, she begged for my forgiveness and swore she would fire Callum and never see him again.

But one year later, I saw her in the OB/GYN department when she was supposed to be overseas on a business trip.

She was holding a crying, hungry baby in her arms. And beside her stood Callum, who had supposedly disappeared for an entire year.

In a fit of rage, I kicked them out of the hospital.

Unexpectedly, the baby disappeared that very night.

Jessica blamed everything on me. To force me to return the child, she strapped a time bomb to my parents.

I denied it again and again, but Jessica only roared, "Eric Miller! I've treated you well enough! Why would you still hurt my baby? Hand over my child right now, or I'll set off the bomb!"

With that, she activated the time bomb, and the clock began its countdown.

Seeing that I failed to tell her the baby's whereabouts, Jessica angrily pushed my parents into the sea of flames.

Just then, someone informed her that her baby had been found.

Jessica resolutely turned around and left, leaving my parents to be blown to pieces by the explosion.

While she and Callum were throwing a party to celebrate their baby's first month, I was on the ground, gathering what little remained of my parents.

At this moment, I regretted ever loving her.

Being Forced to Donate My Blood

I held the urn numbly. My tears had run dry.

I pinched my palm until it bled, deeply regretting not leaving Jessica back then.

All of this definitely could have been avoided.

My mother had treated Jessica like a daughter ever since I married her.

I did nothing wrong. Yet Jessica refused to listen to a single word of explanation from me. In the end, she had even caused my mother's death.

After making proper arrangements for my mother, I dragged my weary body home.

…

Seven days later, I would take my mother's ashes back to my hometown. After that, I would have nothing more to do with Jessica.

She did not come home until the next day.

Ignoring my pale face, she said coldly, "Eric, I seriously didn't expect you to watch your mother get caught in the explosion rather than tell me where my daughter was. Do you know Isabella is still in the hospital because of you?"

My heart ached so badly I could not speak. Her daughter was still alive and receiving treatment in the hospital, but my mother no longer had that chance.

When Jessica saw how emotional I was, a glint of pity flashed in her eyes.

"Forget it. You must be tired from taking care of Mom these past few days. I'll take you out for a walk in a couple of days," she comforted, wanting to hug me like before.

However, I pushed her away hard.

Upon seeing this, Jessica frowned and questioned, "What's with the tantrum again? This whole thing is your fault."

After saying that, she prepared to leave. Just then, she received a phone call.

Tears welled up in her eyes the next second, and she gripped my hand tightly. "Come to the hospital with me!"

Jessica was completely unconcerned about my current weak state and just dragged me to the hospital.

…

Before I could even steady myself, Callum abruptly lunged at me and slapped me hard across the face.

That still was not enough for him. He began hitting me again and again.

Thinking of my late mother, anger surged through me as well. I tried to fight back with all my strength.

To my surprise, Jessica suddenly pushed me to the ground and let Callum punch me in the face again and again.

By the time she pretended to stop Callum, I was already beaten to the point of near death.

"Isabella's condition is not good. Just let Callum vent his anger," she explained as she looked at me, her expression a mix of emotions.

I forced a smile, but tears streamed down my face.

Shortly after, the doctor came out.

"The baby is bleeding heavily from the wound. Are there any family members who would like to donate blood?"

Before the sound of his voice faded, Jessica immediately dragged me inside and said, "Doctor, his blood type is compatible. Start the transfusion now."

I desperately struggled to break free, but she held me down. All I could do was watch helplessly as they prepared me for the transfusion.

Jessica coaxed me gently, "It'll be over soon, Eric. Just think of it as making amends to Isabella."

Infertile

I squeezed my eyes shut. At this moment, my feelings for Jessica gradually faded away.

By the time three tubes of blood had been drawn from me, I was already lightheaded. Still, Jessica clutched my arm and asked anxiously, "Doctor, since the baby is losing so much blood, shouldn't you take a few more tubes?"

The doctor quickly shook his head and replied, "Madam, we can't do that. Mr. Miller will die if we continue to draw his blood.

Even so, Jessica extended my arm upward without hesitation.

Ultimately, I was forced to have two more tubes of blood drawn. As a result, I collapsed to the ground due to excessive blood loss.

A look of distress flickered across Jessica's eyes as she reached out, trying to help me up.

But the next second, Callum called her name frantically from inside the ward. Without hesitation, she turned and left.

…

After the transfusion, I was chained beneath Isabella's hospital bed, utterly humiliated and stripped of all dignity.

Molly Spencer, Jessica's mother, glared at me. Seeing that I was awake, she abruptly slapped me hard across the face. "You son of a bitch! I definitely made the right decision not to let you be with Jessica back then! How could you harm a baby like that?"

Since I was already weak, I felt as if I were at death's door when Jessica's parents beat me. Meanwhile, Jessica just stood by and watched. Her eyes, which originally had been full of love, were now only filled with indifference.

"Eric, this is what you deserve!" Thomas Burke, Jessica's father, sneered and kicked me in the groin.

At once, I felt a sharp pain in my lower body and screamed in agony.

In the last moment before I closed my eyes, I saw Jessica running anxiously toward me.

…

When I woke up again, I heard Jessica's voice before I even opened my eyes.

"Maybe it's for the best that he can't have children anymore. If Eric could hurt Isabella before having a child of his own, who knows what he would do if he really became a father?" she remarked.

She paused before continuing coldly, "Besides, my mother would never acknowledge Eric's child anyway. The heir of the Burke family will only be Callum's child."

A tear silently rolled down my cheek as I wondered if Jessica ever truly loved me.

I opened my eyes only after the footsteps had faded away. My hand trembled as I touched the stitched wound on my lower body.

Just then, Callum walked into the ward. He sneered upon seeing my weak state.

"Eric, you're neither male nor female now. Plus, you don't even have a child of your own. So, does that mean we should start calling you an old bachelor now?"

After he finished saying these words, he burst into laughter.

With my last bit of strength, I smashed the IV bottle against him.

However, Callum wasn't angry at all. Instead, he deliberately fell to the ground.

The next second, Jessica slapped me hard across the face, and I vomited a mouthful of blood.

"Eric! What are you doing?"

In a tearful tone, Callum explained aggrievedly, "Jess, please don't hit Eric. I only came in because I wanted to thank him for donating blood to Isabella…"

He sniffled before adding, "But he probably thought I was provoking him and attacked me without warning. It was my fault."

Jessica cast me a look of sheer disappointment before helping Callum up.

"Eric, I never imagined you would become such a vile person. You really are nothing like Callum. Maybe I should have listened to my mother back then."

With that, she turned around and left without hesitation.

Looking at Callum's smug expression, I laughed until tears filled my eyes.

Jessica was not the only one who had made the wrong choice. I had too.

Let's Get a Divorce

A week later, I was finally discharged from the hospital.

When I got home and opened the door, I saw Callum and his daughter.

Jessica immediately stepped forward and stood in front of them. She frowned as she said, "Because of what you did, Isabella is still traumatized. Bringing them here will make it easier for me to take care of them.

I glanced at her expressionlessly and nodded.

When she saw how calm I was, Jessica was stunned for a moment. As if sensing something was wrong, she reached out to grab me.

Just as I was about to dodge, Callum intercepted Jessica's outstretched hand. "Jess, if Eric doesn't want us here, Isabella and I can stay somewhere else."

After he finished speaking, Callum gave me a smug look. Even so, I still looked at them calmly.

Upon seeing this, Jessica uttered out of spite, "This house belongs to the Burke family. I can let whoever I want to stay here. I'll kick Eric out if he refuses to let you stay!"

After that, she looked at me tentatively, as if waiting for me to lose my temper or give in.

Indeed, I would have already made a scene if it were in the past. But now, I just forced a smile and said, "Jessica, I'll let you two be together. Let's get a divorce."

A flash of panic darted through Jessica's eyes, and she snapped in anger, "Fine! Let's get divorced! Let's see if a man like you, who can no longer have children, can still find another rich woman willing to marry him after leaving me!"

As if feeling she had gone overboard, she softened her tone for once. "I'll send them away once they're better. Don't be angry, okay?"

She reached out to hug me, but all I felt from her was something rotten and suffocating.

To me, Jessica had already decayed from the inside.

I dodged her reaching hand and prepared to go upstairs to get my documents, but when I turned around, I discovered that Callum had found the urn I had put away.

He poured the ashes on the ground and purposely let a stray dog urinate on them.

The sight of it instantly tore my heart out, and I rushed over immediately.

"You son of a bitch!" I cursed. "Don't touch my mom's ashes!"

Maliciously raising the corners of his mouth, Callum then mixed the ashes with the stray dog's urine right in front of me.

I abruptly lunged forward, desperately trying to pick up the ashes from the ground.

However, he stepped heavily on my hand.

As I looked at the pile of ashes soaked in dog urine, I couldn't take it anymore and pushed Callum to the ground.

The next second, something smashed against the back of my head. A sharp crack rang out.

Dizziness overwhelmed me, and I collapsed backward onto the broken shards. Blood blurred my vision.

Holding Callum in her arms, Jessica glared at me resentfully. "Eric, how could you be so evil? How could you hurt Callum out of jealousy?"

After glancing at me smugly, Callum played the victim and said, "I'm fine, Jess. Don't hurt Eric because of me."

When Jessica heard his words, her gaze turned even colder as she looked at me. "Eric, it seems I've been too kind to you. That's why you dared to hurt Callum. Go to the storage room and reflect on what you've done."

With that, she ignored my wounds, dragged me into the storage room, and slammed the door shut.