The day my husband, Lucas Maxwell, helps his childhood sweetheart—Cecilia Brown, who has cancer—lose her virginity, I leave behind a divorce agreement and walk away.

Before I leave, I drop a comment beneath a photo of them on his social media. Their fingers are tightly interlocked in the photo.

"Let's get divorced. I wish you both a lifetime of happiness."

A minute later, he calls me. "How did I end up marrying someone as selfish as you, Fiona Sinclair? Do you really have the heart to let her die without leaving anything behind?"

I sneer, "You're no longer my husband. How is that my problem?"

That's when he panics.

Everything was finally over after I signed the divorce agreement. I wiped my face and felt my thoughts clear up. I told myself I had given up on Lucas Maxwell, the man I loved and hated at the same time.

All the bitterness and pain I had carried slowly faded after I signed my name.

When I thought about Lucas, I suddenly found everything painfully ironic. Why was I grieving here? He was probably already in bed with his childhood sweetheart, Cecilia Brown.

He had never truly cared about me anyway. After all these years, I should have been used to it. I let out a derisive chuckle.

I was merely indignant. Why was it that he was the one who betrayed me, yet he got to walk away unscathed?

That thought made me want to upset Lucas. So, I picked up my phone, tapped on his profile, and left a comment under the photo of him and Cecilia holding hands in their feed.

"Let's get a divorce. I wish you a lifetime of happiness. Now, you and Cecilia don't have to rack your brains for excuses just to sleep together anymore."

Lucas and I had been married for six years, and we shared countless mutual friends. Cecilia's face wasn't visible in the photo he posted, so many people assumed the woman beside him was me. The comments were full of people teasing us for flaunting our love.

Lucas didn't correct them either. He let me become the perfect cover for his affair with Cecilia, and it made me sick. So, I decided to clear things up right there in the comments and show everyone what kind of man he was.

Less than a minute later, I received a call from him. "What the hell did you write under my post? What are people going to think of me when they see it? I already explained everything to you.

"Cecilia doesn't have much time left. Can't you even fulfill this one wish of hers?"

When I didn't respond, his tone became harsher. "How did I end up marrying someone as selfish as you, Fiona Sinclair? Do you really have the heart to let her die without leaving anything behind?"

I felt nothing but disgust when I heard that. Lucas was my husband, yet he wanted to sleep with another woman, have a child with her, and somehow expect me to agree to it and support them.

Also, Cecilia's so-called wish was to sleep with Lucas and lose her virginity? Who did he think he was fooling? At that moment, I lost all attachment to this relationship.

"You're not my husband anymore. What does this have to do with me? Even if you and Cecilia have ten children together, it's none of my business," I sneered. "Oh, I get it now; you want me to raise your illegitimate child for you, huh? I've never met a man as shameless as you, Lucas!"

Suppressing the strong urge to strangle him, I hung up the phone. Even one more second with him felt unbearable.

As you can see, the reason for my divorce was absurd beyond belief. My husband wanted to let his childhood sweetheart, who had cancer, die without regrets. He wanted to help her lose her virginity and carry on her bloodline by fathering her child.

A week ago, Lucas had suddenly told me that Cecilia was back.

The moment I heard that, I instinctively tightened my grip on my phone. I pretended to sound nonchalant as I asked why she had returned. I knew better than anyone how important Cecilia was to him.

Lucas pressed his lips together and, with teary eyes, explained, "She has terminal stomach cancer, so she wants to spend her last days back in her hometown."

Despite my reservations about Lucas and Cecilia's history, I forced myself to accept his frequent visits to the hospital, knowing she didn't have much time left. However, two weeks later, he suddenly came to me, hesitation written all over his face, saying he wanted to discuss something with me.

I didn't know what it was about, but the moment I noticed how solemn he looked, a bad feeling rose in my chest.

After a moment of hesitation, he said firmly, "I want to have a child with Cecilia."

"What?" My mind went completely blank when I heard that. What did that even mean? Was my husband telling me he wanted a child with another woman?

Lucas glanced at me and nodded before continuing, "Cecilia stayed single for me all these years. Now that she's about to die, I have to fulfill her wish."

Then, his cheeks flushed a little, as if what he was about to say was hard to voice. "Cecilia… she saved herself for me; she's never been with a man. So, I've decided that I'm going to have a child with her."

Noticing how stiff my expression was, he hastily added, "I've talked it over with her. The child will take your last name. That should be enough, right?"

I stared at him in disbelief before jumping to my feet. "Do you even hear yourself right now, Lucas? You want to have a child with Cecilia, and you want me to raise it? I refuse. I won't accept this.

"I already turned a blind eye when you kept visiting her, and now you're telling me you want to cheat on me? What the hell is wrong with you, Lucas?"

My anger erupted in an instant, completely overwhelming my reason. Because I loved him, I had tolerated his lingering feelings for Cecilia. I had even accepted him caring for her.

Yet, his words felt like a hard slap to my face. It was both painful and humiliating.

Lucas froze, as if he wasn't expecting such a strong reaction from me, who had always indulged him. He came back to his senses and snarled, "What on earth are you doing, Fiona? I'm not asking for your opinion. I'm notifying you."

His brows knitted together as he looked at me, whose face was flushed crimson, with annoyance. "Besides, just because I married you doesn't mean my body belongs to you. I don't need your permission to have a child with someone else.

"Most importantly, if you hadn't forced yourself into the picture, I would've already been with Cecilia. You took advantage of me when I was at my lowest!" After saying that, he glared at me resentfully.

All of a sudden, I lost all strength to argue or question him, because it had never occurred to me that Lucas would blame me for his breakup with Cecilia.

Back then, someone secretly took nude photos of Lucas and used them to humiliate him. When his then-girlfriend, Cecilia, found out, she fled the city. His parents, who had been lifelong educators, couldn't bear the blow and fell seriously ill.

At that moment, I, who had had a crush on him for years, stepped forward. I did take advantage of the situation.

But I had no choice. From the moment I first laid eyes on him at school, I knew he was the one for me. Everyone knew about his relationship with Cecilia, and I would never have tried to come between them.

When she left, and he drowned in despair, I couldn't bring myself to look the other way.

During the two years he struggled with depression, I stayed by his side. Perhaps my sincerity reached him, or perhaps he had finally let go of Cecilia, because two years later, he asked me to marry him. I thought my efforts had finally paid off.

Even after we were married, I continued to take care of him meticulously. I didn't dare slack off, as I was afraid his depression would return.

But now, six years later, he thought all his regrets with Cecilia were my fault.

What a joke. With a single sentence, he erased all my effort and sincerity.

"What am I to you, Lucas? A disposable ATM?" I practically shouted.

My eyes were ablaze with anger. My lips trembled, and I couldn't form another complete sentence.

I couldn't understand how he could treat me like this. We had been married for six years. Did he even have a heart?

"Do you really have to make such a big deal out of this, Fiona?" He looked at me with obvious disgust. "Forget it. No matter how you feel about this, I'm going to have a child with Cecilia."

I was about to argue when his phone rang. The ringtone was distinctive, and I knew immediately it was Cecilia.

Her voice came through the line, faint and weak. "Lucas, my stomach hurts again. I want to see you… Can you come?"

Cecilia sounded fragile. I watched as concern and tenderness flashed across his eyes. It was a look he had never once shown me.

Instinctively, I grasped his hand. "I'm not agreeing to this, Lucas. You're my husband—"

He flung my hand away, irritation written all over his face. "Cut it out, Fiona. Cecilia is sick; she needs me right now. Even if you're jealous, can you not do this right now? This really isn't the time.

"Can you not make this about yourself? Cecilia doesn't have much time left."

His forehead creased, as if I were the one being unreasonable. Just then, I felt my heart shatter.

"Lucas," I called out weakly. "You can only choose one. Me or Cecilia. Who are you choosing?"

"Do you really have to do this, Fiona? Cecilia is sick, and you still want to compete with her? Fine, I'll tell you straight. I choose Cecilia! Are you happy now?"

"Since you made your choice, let's get a divorce, Lucas." My jaw ached as I clenched my teeth. "Since you're still hung up on Cecilia, there's no reason for me to keep clinging to this. Let's stop tormenting each other and get a divorce."

I couldn't wrap my head around the reason that he couldn't forget Cecilia, yet he still refused to let me go. Did he really think he could treat me like a fool and trample over me for the rest of my life?

I had turned a blind eye to too many things before. But I didn't want to put up with him anymore.

He wasn't the only man in this world. I could always start over.

Lucas' eyes widened with disbelief when he heard that. He grasped my arm and demanded, "What the hell has gotten into you, Fiona? What's the meaning of this? You want a divorce?"

I scoffed. "Isn't that obvious? Or do you want me to sit around and wait for you to cheat right in front of me?"

His expression froze for a moment before he sneered, "This little stunt of yours won't work on me, Fiona. Once we're divorced, even if you regret it and come begging me later, I won't take you back."

"I won't. I'll have the divorce agreement ready as soon as possible. All you have to do is sign it."

At that moment, I felt inexplicably calm. Perhaps his actions had made me see things clearly at last.

I realized he didn't love me, and no matter what I did, it wouldn't change a thing. I was no longer needed now that Cecilia was back.

Noticing how serious I was, his expression darkened with anger, and he glared at me. "Are you serious, Fiona? Fine. Let's get divorced. Whoever backs out is a coward!" With that, he grabbed his bag and stormed out the door.

Three days had passed since that argument, and neither of us had contacted the other. If anything, he kept posting vague updates on social media. When I checked, most of them were photos of him and Cecilia.

The two of them were practically made for each other; one was a scumbag, and the other was a bitch.

I knew what he was doing. He wanted to get under my skin.

In the past, if I had seen Lucas that close with another woman, I wouldn't have been able to take it. I would have swallowed my pride and begged him to forgive me.

But now, I didn't love him anymore. So, I no longer felt jealous.

I hadn't wasted these three days either. I had already asked a lawyer to draft the divorce agreement. I left the divorce agreement behind that day, finally putting an end to my marriage.

After six years of marriage, I realized everything I owned fit into a single suitcase.

I moved into a small apartment near my company.

I had bought it years ago to make commuting to work easier. However, after marrying Lucas, I never stayed there again. Even when I worked overtime or had business gatherings, I still went home to be with him.

Yet, reality showed me how wrong I had been. I couldn't get him to love me, even after putting him first in everything. All it did was make him think I couldn't live without him, so he never had to consider my feelings.

After unpacking, I noticed several missed calls from Lucas on my phone. When I didn't answer, he sent me an essay.

"Do you really want to get a divorce, Fiona? Weren't you the one who said you'd stay with me forever? How dare you go back on your word now?

"Remember, you were the one who got down on your knees before my parents and swore you'd be good to me for life. Have you forgotten that?

"We can get a divorce, but you have to tell everyone it's your fault and has nothing to do with me. My parents won't be able to handle it otherwise.

"Alright, Fiona, I'll meet you halfway. Once Cecilia and I have a child, I'll have one with you as well. Haven't you always wanted a baby?"

When I read the last sentence, I was so livid I wanted to laugh. So, this was his solution? He wanted to give me a child to make it up to me.

I smiled derisively. I thought he contacted me because he still had feelings for me. Turns out, he was just afraid I'd expose the disgusting things he had done and that his parents wouldn't be able to take it.

After all, infidelity was something conservative elders could never accept. But why should I bear the consequences of his mistakes?

Back then, to protect Lucas, I ignored all the judgmental looks and married him. I spent a fortune to buy back his nudes.

When he said he didn't want children because it was too much trouble, I accepted it. I even told my parents that I was infertile so they wouldn't pressure him.

Yet, what did I get in return? A husband who wanted to sleep with his first love and have a child with her.