I helped my wife, Kim Carey, rise from obscurity into stardom, only to discover that she was having an affair with a rising young actor who looked like me.

When I asked for a divorce, she cried and begged me not to leave.

In the end, I caved in. I gave her three chances.

The first time, she stayed up all night to post a public statement clarifying all the rumors between her and Emmett Stone.

She canceled all her work and stayed with me for an entire week.

The second time, on my birthday, she publicly announced that Emmett was her soulmate. She even released intimate photos of the two of them.

She buried herself in my arms and said righteously, "Emmett is depressed. I'm only doing this to comfort him. You're the only one in my heart. This is the last time. Please believe me."

Then, she abandoned me in the wilderness, just because Emmett had suffered a minor injury on his hand.

The final time, my father was critically ill and urgently needed a huge sum of money for surgery.

She refused to even transfer a single cent to me.

"All the money has been invested in Emmett's new drama," she said coldly. "Your father won't die that quickly."

That night, my father missed the best window for treatment and died on the operating table.

My heart was completely shattered.

When Kim finally returned home late that night, I asked for a divorce once more.

My wife, Kim Carey, pushed the divorce papers aside and rubbed her temples wearily.

"I've already said that I won't get a divorce. Enough with this nonsense!"

I looked at her and felt that this face in front of me was so familiar yet so foreign at the same time.

"I'm tired, Kim."

"I said, I won't ever get a divorce. Stop being childish, Julian! Nothing is going on between Emmett and me!" Kim raised her voice with a little hint of panic in them.

She grew agitated, clutching her chest as she retched dryly.

Emmett Stone immediately went over to hold her, asking in concern, "Kim, is the baby bothering you again?"

Kim didn't deny it. She merely looked at me feebly with a hint of sheepishness in her gaze.

My heart sank.

She was pregnant with his child, yet she said nothing was going on.

My silence seemed to have infuriated her even more. She spat, "Yes, I'm pregnant! But the child was an accident! Emmett and I got drunk the other day."

She added, "Julian, listen to me. Once the child is born, we'll raise it as our own. Emmett agrees to it. Don't think too much into this."

A hint of reluctance and jealousy flew across Emmett's gaze.

I flashed her an ugly smile as if I was almost in tears. "There's no need. I don't need a child my wife had with some other man."

This completely infuriated her, and she exploded.

She yelled, "You're completely infertile! Just because you can't give me children, are you going to take away my right to be a mother? Julian Kant, how could you be so selfish!"

Her words were like a knife stabbing accurately right into my heart.

Five years ago, Kim was surrounded by some rabid anti-fans. I protected her and took 18 stabs in my body.

This incident took away any chances of my ever becoming a father.

After I got discharged, I asked her for a divorce. That was the first time. She sobbed hard and held my hand, telling me that she would rather not have a child than lose me.

Turns out, her promises were just as empty as a void.

Kim saw how hurt I was and instantly cooled down. She realized that she had misspoken, so she tried to make it up to me by saying softly, "Julian, be good. I won't ever leave you. I swear."

When I still didn't respond, the last shred of her patience snapped.

"I'll let you think about it. Emmett will be staying with us for the next few days. I need to care for him. Remember to prepare an extra portion when you're cooking."

Emmett said with a smile, "Julian, don't be mistaken. I'm only here to comfort Kim. Her pregnancy symptoms have been quite serious recently."

Kim's face turned icy, resuming her usual high-and-mighty superstar demeanor.

"Emmett doesn't eat spicy food. He is also going on a diet. Pay more attention to what you cook. By the way, he likes salmon. Go to the supermarket and get a slice of fresh salmon."

Emmett flashed a demure yet smug smile. "Thank you, Julian. Oh, Kim, by the way, I'm also craving some other seafood."

Kim rolled her eyes at him and coquettishly grumbled, "You picky brat."

But then, she turned to me and ordered, "What are you still standing here for? Go and get the ingredients! Didn't you say you needed the money for your father's surgery? Just be good, and I'll transfer the money to you soon."

She was so sure that I would take the humiliation just for my father.

Then, she held Emmett's hand and led him into the master bedroom. I could hear muffled laughter and teasing coming from inside.

Looking at the shut door. I suddenly found this entire situation rather absurd.

I no longer need the money, Kim. Not now, not ever.

I picked up the divorce papers that Kim rejected, subconsciously rubbing my fingers together on the title.

I heard their conversation coming from the bedroom mixed with laughter.

"Kim, what happens if you have a son? I want a daughter."

"Then, we'll have more babies. I'll make sure you'll be satisfied."

I smiled self-deprecatingly. So, this was the accident that she claimed to have happened?

…

My phone vibrated in my pocket. It was a reply from the director, Albert Shaw.

[Happy that you're willing to join this secret project, but you'll need to be away for at least five years. Can your wife accept this?]

[It's fine. I'm about to get a divorce.]

Albert's reply came quickly. He replied with a cautious sense of relief, saying that he was seeing Kim's rumors on the news most of the days and how he long thought that we weren't quite suited for each other.

My nose burned when I saw his concern.

In the past, I would always be the first one to step up and defend her. But things were no longer the past. Everything changed.

In the past, even if there was a whiff of rumor, no matter how tiny it was, she would immediately clarify on social media. She was worried that I would be mistaken.

Yet, at that moment, the artistic nudes she took with Emmett were spread on the internet far and wide. In the photos, the wedding ring, which she never took off, was nowhere to be seen.

This perhaps started from the first time she mentioned Emmett with reminiscence and adoration.

"Do you know Emmett Stone, the one from the most recent pageant competition? He really looked like you when you were younger."

From that day onward, all of her adoration and love for me was redirected to this perfect substitute.

I dimmed the screen of my phone and inserted it back into my pocket.

In the end, I headed into the kitchen, only because it was my birthday that day. I thought of it as cooking one last meal for us.

Once it was done, the entire place smelled wonderful. I walked over to the master bedroom and knocked on the door.

"Dinner's ready."

The only response I got was the sound of muffled and intimate moaning.

I frowned and opened the door, only to see a torn black lace bra on the floor.

I let out a silent, bitter laugh. I was the one who bought it for her, thinking it could help add a little spark to our marriage.

However, no matter how I begged her to wear it, she refused, saying that it was too embarrassing.

Yet, at that moment, even when she was pregnant, she would happily accommodate Emmett.

How ironic.

A shirt mixed with filth and the sharp scent of cologne was thrown straight at my face.

"You're here just in time. Emmett's shirt is dirty. It's quite an expensive shirt, so it has to be hand-washed. Wash it and hang it up to dry."

I pulled the shirt off my head. The rancid, filthy stench rushed straight into my nose, making my stomach churn.

I couldn't take it anymore, so I threw the disgusting shirt on the floor.

"Why the hell should I! Kim, don't push it too far! I'm your husband!"

Kim stood up in her disheveled clothes. The flush on her face had not faded yet.

"What are you yelling at me for? Just because you're infertile, so I can't enjoy it a little? Don't you want to treat your father? Don't you want money?"

Emmett, wrapped in only a towel, stood behind her, looking at me smugly, saying, "Julian, I'm just helping you do your husbandly duties. Don't worry. I will never take your place."

He walked over and whispered in my ear, "You're just a piece of trash who can't even satisfy your woman. Your father should just go to hell!"

There were some insults that I could bear with, some I shouldn't.

I lifted my arm and threw a punch in his face. I did not eat or drink for two days. I was held up with nothing but rage.

The punch drained me of all my energy.

Emmett didn't expect that I would suddenly attack him. He caught the punch in his face and stumbled backward.

However, he was young and strong, so he soon started attacking back.

I avoided a few punches, but missed the one in my abdomen. A pang of pain shot through me as if my organs were destroyed. I tasted metal in my throat.

He didn't give me any chances of catching my breath, continuing with kicks into my abdomen.

Over and over again.

I spat a huge mouthful of blood on the floor.

"Alright, enough!" Kim finally rushed over and pulled Emmett, who was still attacking me, back.

She looked at me and the pool of blood. Her pupils contracted. She had a hint of inconspicuous panic on her face.

She subconsciously went up to me as if she wanted to check on me, when Emmett suddenly sobbed pitifully, "Kim, it really hurts. Why would Julian hit me?"

Kim stopped right in her tracks. All of her focus was suddenly pulled back to Emmett's slightly reddened hands.

"Look at how red your hands are. Does it hurt?" She lowered her head and gently blew on his fists, completely ignoring me, her husband on the floor, who just spat a mouthful of blood. It was as if I was some trash in their way.

She finally looked at me icily, even annoyedly. "You shouldn't have hit him. Clean yourself up. I'll go and deal with Emmett's injuries."

Then, she led Emmett out without looking back at me.

I coughed and spat more blood. I found the entire thing absurd and comical.

Julian, oh, Julian. What were you still expecting?

She no longer cared about me. I was nothing compared to the slight redness on his hands.

I lay on the cold, hard floor for a long time. The pain in my abdomen and chest was so intense that I thought I was about to die.

I struggled to get up and headed out of the bedroom.

Kim was carefully peeling shrimp for Emmett.

Emmett opened his mouth, enjoying her services.

When he saw me, his eyes gleamed with arrogance and condescension.

I remembered Kim once told me that she would never peel shrimp for any man in this world. Turns out that it wasn't true. She just wouldn't do it for me.

When she saw me stumbling over, she looked up coldly and said, "You're here. Come and eat. Emmett's a guest. You'd better be on your best behavior. If you can't do it, just get lost."

Emmett furrowed his brows and said, "Kim, the food isn't really that nice. It's too salty."