Divorce: Love too Much, Hurt too Much

Cordelia looked to Ryan, her father-in-law, for help, hoping he might intervene on her behalf. Ryan took a deep breath, "Then, let's send a few more people to thoroughly prepare the apartment over there, and increase the alimony; after all, she's Barry's biological mother."

But Alexander seemed unconcerned.

Cordelia, trying to hold back her tears, asked for something much more than that, "Dad, Barry is still so young, he hasn't even started weaning off his bottle. Can I take him with me? I can bring him back every week..."

"Ridiculous," Cordelia's words were cut off before she could finish; not even Victoria had spoken up before Ryan's demeanor changed drastically, "The Davis family's blood cannot be left wandering outside."

Cordelia was stunned, but Ryan realized his tone was too harsh and quickly corrected himself, "As a woman, it's inconvenient for you to have a child, plus your health isn't the best and you're still taking medicine, how can you take care of Barry? Stay with us, he will receive the best care."

Victoria quickly added, "Not finishing weaning? Who says we can't afford formula milk? Get out now, don't talk nonsense. Remember, after leaving the Davis family, there are some things that must be completely forgotten, and your mouth is sealed. Got it?"

Cordelia lowered her head, her hands gripping the edge of her clothing, tears welling up in her eyes as she felt an indescribable bitterness in her heart.

Alexander continued to eat his expensive meal.

The maids went about their duties, and everyone else was busy with their own tasks.

The house was filled with an oppressive silence, not the usual calm before a storm. Yet, Cordelia felt the strange air of tension in the villa, her chest tight and aching. "I understand, I'll go pack my things."

"No need, everything you need is already there. Leave quickly, lest the child wakes up and sees you and starts crying," Alexander's words were laced with irritation.

Cordelia's eyes were filled with tears as she looked at Alexander, finally whispering, "Take care of yourself; you're a kidney transplant patient, don't overwork yourself, don't stay up late, the medicine I put by your bed, go for your regular check-up tomorrow, and..."

"Can't you ever shut up? I've been told these things a hundred times. Am I going to die without you by my side?"

Alexander hated her, convinced that she had drugged him to get close to the Davis family.

To him, Cordelia was a scheming woman who did everything to get him to marry her, then pretended to be pitiful and caused constant trouble for Victoria.

He couldn't understand how such a despicable woman could exist.

Ryan and Victoria had spoken only a few words without any real warmth. Now they were silent, and after being reprimanded by Alexander, Cordelia suddenly knelt to the ground, kowtowed to Ryan and Victoria, and said, "In the future, since I can no longer stay by your sides, please take care of yourselves. If you need me..."

Cordelia was not born into a noble family or the daughter of officials. Naturally, everyone disliked her, and no one was fond of her.

Ryan, however, liked to portray himself as a fatherly figure in public.

Cordelia shook her head and pushed the maid away, fully aware of the awkward position she occupied within the Davis family.

Victoria was cruel and harsh towards her, and though Ryan might not genuinely like her, he always said a few words to console her. Growing up without parents, Cordelia had found a semblance of "fatherly love" in Ryan.

Alexander delivered a direct kick to her lower back. "That's enough," he snapped.

Ryan slammed his hand down, shattering a plate. "Alexander, you've got some nerve. She's your wife, the mother of your child."

In the Davis Villa, there were plenty of servants, and he had to keep up appearances. But to Cordelia, it all just felt like a bitter reminder of the gratitude she no longer had.

"She's not the only one who can have a child. Bridget's baby is the one I'm acknowledging as my heir," Alexander's voice was cold.

Cordelia was roughly shoved out of the mansion. She didn't get into the chauffeur-driven car, didn't head to the apartment Alexander had arranged for her, and even forgot to take the bank card he'd set aside for her future.

Instead, she returned to her old house, the one that had burned down years ago. After it was rebuilt, she bought it back.

The pain in her body suddenly intensified. She reached into her pocket and realized she'd left her medication at the mansion. It was the only thing that kept her stable, something she had to take daily.

Feeling overwhelmed by grief, she lay in bed, drifting in and out of consciousness. The next morning, despite a high fever, she drove to the hospital to retrieve her medication.

To her surprise, she spotted Alexander and Bridget at the hospital.

Bridget, with her impressive family background and striking looks, looked dazzling next to the star-studded Alexander.

Nurses whispered among themselves as Cordelia walked by.

She picked up her medication and glanced at a newspaper on a nearby stand.

The headline blared: [The Davis Group Welcomes New Mrs. Davis.]

In wealthy circles, divorce and remarriage seemed as easy as swapping out a lightbulb.