Throwing Away Our Seven Years Marriage for His First Love

"Elena, tell me—where exactly did you hide Hillary?!"

Jackson's hand clamped around her throat, fury boiling over. His grip was so tight it felt as though he might snap her neck at any moment.

Their five-year-old son, Aaron, stood nearby, watching his mother struggle on the rooftop. His eyes were as cold and detached as his father’s.

"Mom, if you still won't talk, I'll throw you into the Tibetan mastiff's cage."

Elena's vision blurred as she shut her eyes in pain, forcing herself to meet the father and son’s unfeeling gazes.

“I swear, I truly don’t know where Hillary is..."

"No matter how many times you ask, my answer will never change.”

Before she could catch her breath, the twins’ younger sister, Maya, shrieked and hurled her ice cream at Elena.

“You’re lying! Aunt Hillary is so beautiful and gentle. You were just jealous of her, so you drove her away!”

Jackson released her without a word, not bothering to stop the children’s accusations. The way he stared at her was as though she were a stranger.

Elena's heart went ice-cold.

She had been married into the Sullivan family for six years, caring for Jackson and his children with meticulous devotion.

And yet, she still couldn’t measure up to a single strand of Hillary's hair.

The bitterness of that truth was nothing compared to the chill in Jackson's eyes—it made her entire body tremble.

He snapped his fingers and spat coldly, "Hold her down."

The bodyguards surged forward, binding her and suspending her over the rooftop of the ninety-ninth floor.

At that instant, Elena's breath became ragged. She coughed violently, her face flushing red as pain wracked her body.

Jackson stood there, expressionless, showing no sign of stopping them.

"Oh my!" A long-haired woman entered from the stairwell, her heels clicking crisply against the floor. "It's all a misunderstanding. Don't put her down just yet."

Hillary's voice was soft and alluring as she nestled close to Jackson's side.

"Jackson, I just went out for a beauty treatment—were you that worried about me?"

The moment Aaron and Maya saw her, they rushed forward, clinging to her legs, rubbing against her affectionately.

With one arm around each child, Hillary's gaze swept lightly over Elena's bound figure before she kissed the children’s cheeks in satisfaction.

Watching their perfect picture of affection, Elena wanted to laugh, but instead, a mouthful of blood burst from her lips.

Jackson finally motioned for the bodyguards to let her down, then turned to Hillary with tenderness Elena had never once received.

"Hillary, you must have been scared. I had ginger tea prepared for you—the weather's so cold, you might catch a chill."

Watching the four figures leave, Elena staggered to her feet, suppressing the sharp, suffocating ache in her chest.

She had thought she was used to this by now.

But Hillary's presence was like a fishbone lodged in her throat—impossible to ignore, cutting deeper with every breath.

...

Back at the villa, Elena retrieved the divorce agreement from seven years ago, her knuckles whitening as she gripped it.

Outside, the maids whispered among themselves.

"Sir treats Miss Jordan so well. He's never shown Madam this kind of affection."

"Since she moved in, even the young master and young miss cling to her. I'm telling you, it's only a matter of time before this house has a new Madam."

In the study, Jackson tossed the divorce papers aside without so much as a glance, convinced Elena was just throwing another tantrum.

"Have you thought it through? You're not getting custody of Aaron and Maya."

"I don't want custody," Elena answered flatly.

He froze for a moment, then frowned deeply, his tone became impatient.

"Elena, what game are you playing now? I have no time to watch you put on another act."

"Now you want a divorce? Wasn’t it you who shamelessly clung to me in the first place?"

"If you hadn’t drunkenly climbed into my bed and used the child in your belly to force Hillary away, would I have wasted seven years without her?”

Not waiting for her reply, Jackson slammed the door shut with a loud bang.

Elena looked at his back and slowly closed her eyes.

This time, she was serious.