Empty Love: My Rise in the Face of a Heartless Wife

At the hospital, the doctor examined Sophia and found nothing wrong.

Since she kept complaining of pain, the doctor decided to admit her for observation.

"Wyatt, I can't accept your cheating. Let's get a divorce! It's the best choice for both of us," Sophia said. She turned her head stubbornly as if she'd finally decided.

"Sophia, if I remember correctly, the child in your belly is about three months old, right?" I said, glancing at her flat stomach with a slight smirk.

Three months ago, I was on a business trip.

Even with minimal thought, it's obvious the child isn't mine.

Perhaps out of guilt, her hand instinctively rested on her belly.

"So what? You knew I was three months pregnant, yet you still cheated on me. I'm completely disappointed in you. We have to divorce! There's no room for discussion!"

I didn't rush to refuse. Instead, I sat by the bed and nodded. "Fine. You leave with nothing."

Hearing this, she sat up abruptly. She was no longer looking sickly at all.

She glared at me, her tone rising unconsciously. "Wyatt, what do you mean? You cheat on me, and you want me to leave with nothing? Are you even a man?"

I raised a finger to my lips, signaling for silence.

It's the middle of the night. Aren't you going to let the other patients rest?

Clearly, Sophia misunderstood my intentions. She looked at me smugly.

"We're still a couple, after all. I won't push things too far. Here's the deal. I'll take the car and house, and you can keep a third of the savings. That's my biggest concession since I'll have to raise the child!"

I sighed helplessly and looked up to meet her gaze.

"Do I need to spell it out for you? You leave with nothing. You know what I mean, so don't play dumb."

Sophia looked at me in disbelief before quickly averting her eyes.

She bit her lip, stubborn to the end. "I don't know what you're talking about. If you refuse to divorce, I'll just take your photos to court and sue for divorce!"

She thought I'd be scared if she mentioned court. Little did she know her clumsy tricks wouldn't fool a judge.

I leaned close to her ear, smirking as I whispered, "If you want to sue, go ahead. But don't think aborting the baby will stop a paternity test."

Hearing my words, Sophia couldn't stay calm.

She shouted at me, "What do you mean? Are you accusing me of cheating?"