After My Husband Divorced Me For His Pregnant Mistress

Upon hearing her words, Stephen briefly looked surprised but quickly nodded, while Vienna's face broke into a bright smile. She deftly produced a divorce agreement from her bag. It was something they'd been planning together for ages, and today was not for negotiation—it was for finalizing the deal.

Adaline chuckled, thinking about how she'd known Stephen for four years and been married for three. During those four years, she had pursued him relentlessly. The three years of marriage, he had treated her with cold indifference. Now, with her father critically ill and Harrison Corp in disarray, Stephen saw the perfect opportunity to cut ties and marry his "true love."

Maybe Stephen had never truly seen her as part of his family. But Adaline no longer cared. She took the agreement and signed it without hesitation. As part of dividing the assets, Stephen passed over some of his shares in his family's company. Vienna added, "Let's head to the courthouse this afternoon! No need to waste more time. And sis, you're being so generous!"

Adaline acknowledged Vienna's barely hidden glee, despite the tears still streaking her cheeks. They couldn't wait to sever ties with her, but little did they know, she was even more eager to finalize the divorce. Stephen seemed briefly surprised by her decisive attitude but didn’t comment.

Outside the courthouse, Adaline watched them walk away, arm in arm. Vienna brushed past her and whispered, "Just as easy as it was three years ago! Back then, you picked up what I left behind. Now, with a simple beckon, Stephen comes running back like a trained dog."

Adaline mused to herself that she had been naive. In her first life, her insistence on Stephen led to her downfall. Now, with a second chance, she was determined to let him go for good.

Soon after, she sat in the car, turning to Osman, the driver. "Osman, please take me back to the estate. I need to see my father."

"Certainly, Miss Adaline," Osman replied.

In her previous life, on this same day, she had angrily torn up the divorce papers Stephen handed her and frantically demanded why Vienna and her children had any claim on her husband.

She had resorted to revealing a pregnancy announcement from her bag, kneeling and tearfully begging him. "What about our child? How can you allow him to grow up fatherless?"

Stephen's face had shown a flicker of emotions—joy, confusion, hesitation. Vienna had snatched the pregnancy announcement from Adaline, saying softly, "Sister, surely you wouldn't have faked this knowing I was pregnant too? You know Stephen detests deceitful women."

Then abruptly, her demeanor shifted. She touched her own belly, tears forming in her eyes, "Even if yours is real, he would be the cherished grandson of the Harrisons. Unlike my child, who’d be left in the dust."

As she spoke, tears rolled down her cheeks, and Stephen, clearly troubled, pulled her close, casting a disappointed look at Adaline.

"Adaline, you've crossed a line. I never thought you could be so heartless, unable to accept Vienna's child." His eyes remained cold as he looked at her. "What's your goal here? Three years later, we'll remarry. Both yours and Vienna's children are mine. Vienna has had a tough life—can't you just put up with it for three years?"