Freedom Met with Betrayal

I didn’t say a word. I just turned around and walked away.

After that day, Seren almost never came home again.

But every single day, I’d get photos of her and Arden on my WhatsApp, all of them kissing, all of them glued to each other.

They seemed obsessed with showing off.

I blocked them both, thinking that at least I wouldn’t have to see it anymore.

But the moment I blocked them, packages started arriving at my door every day—prints of those same photos.

It was like they were trying to drive me insane.

My mental state kept getting worse. Sometimes I’d sink so low I couldn’t breathe, even think about dying.

Other times I’d suddenly swing to the opposite extreme—restless, manic, filled with a wild urge to destroy everything.

Welly came over and happened to catch me in that state. He immediately took me to the hospital.

His younger sister worked as a psychiatrist.

Good looks run in their family. Welly was already prettier than most women, but his sister was so stunning that I actually blanked out for a moment.

Not in a lustful way, just pure appreciation of beauty.

After a brief evaluation, Sarah looked at me, then at Welly.

“Tell him. He can handle it.”

Welly trusts me completely. And I already knew something was seriously wrong.

“Lucian,” she said softly, "You may have bipolar disorder. You need to start medication immediately and find something to keep yourself occupied. Otherwise, it could get dangerous.”

Sarah looked at me with genuine sympathy. “I heard from my brother that you’re someone with a big heart, someone open-minded. How did things get this bad?”

“I went to prison for my wife and my friend,” I said quietly. “And they ended up together. My son won’t even call me dad. My in-laws curse me out. Even my own parents threatened to cut ties if I kept trying to win my wife back.”

“And the company shares are gone too. Love, career… everything’s gone. If I can still stay open-minded after all that, then I’d be some kind of saint.” I gave a bitter laugh.

Sarah hadn’t expected my situation to be this tragic. Besides sympathy, there was something like shared sorrow in her eyes. She looked as if she might cry.

“Don’t worry about me,” I even found myself comforting her. “I’ll get through it.”

She wiped the corners of her eyes, then wrote up the diagnosis and prescribed a pile of medication for me.

I didn’t let the siblings send me off. I left by myself.

I didn’t take the elevator—just wandered down the stairs, floor by floor, trying to waste time.

But when I reached the sixth floor, I froze.

I saw Arden holding Seren as they walked out of a consultation room. Arden didn’t look very happy.

“Lucian, are you following us?”

Seeing Arden upset, Seren also got angry. Once she saw me, she treated me like someone to vent on.

“I’m not.” I shook my head.

“Seren, don’t be mad. You’re pregnant,” Arden said.

Pregnant?

I looked at her stomach and my heart tightened painfully. Did she get pregnant with Arden’s child?

“Congrats, Lucian. You’re going to be a dad again,” Arden said, gritting his teeth.

“Mine?” I let out a cold laugh. “She sleeps at your place every day. How do you know the baby is mine?”

“Shut up!” Seren walked up to me angrily and slapped me across the face. “I told you, I never slept with Arden. So the baby is yours!”

“Then get rid of it,” I said, leaving the words behind as I turned and walked away. This time, I took the elevator.

Just before the doors closed, I saw the shock on Seren’s face because of what I said.

“I was planning to cut ties with Arden for this child! But Lucian, you’ve really disappointed me!”

She gritted her teeth. “Just wait. I won’t let you spend my money ever again!”

Arden’s eyes were full of anger. A moment ago, he’d been happy, thinking Seren would talk about divorce, but all she said was that she wouldn’t give me money anymore.

I ignored them.

After leaving the hospital, I just wandered around with no direction.

Without noticing, I walked into a small alley.

“Don’t go. Let’s settle it here.” Arden’s voice suddenly came from behind me.

I turned around and saw him walking in with more than ten men.

“What are you trying to do?” I frowned and asked.

“You guys, start. But don’t hit too hard. Don’t actually break me. Just make sure you cut me with a knife. And don’t touch the face, got it?”

“After that, I’ll call the police. You all know what to say, right? Oh, and take his phone. Add yourselves as friends. Use his phone to send you money. Then type a message saying he hired you to beat me up.”

“Arden… do you really want to send me back to prison?” I gave a bitter smile.

Arden gave a cold grin. “I don’t just want to send you back. I’ll arrange people inside to finish you off. So you’ll never ruin my life again.”

“Do it!” Arden shouted.