My Husband Postponed Our Wedding Nineteen Times for His Mistress

That sight at once broke all my senses; a loud ringing filled my ears, and everything before my eyes shook.

And Clayton almost rushed forward and dragged Verity into his chest, his voice shaking, “Verity? Verity, what happened to you?!”

Verity’s face was deathly pale as she softly leaned against him, tears dropping without stopping.

“Brother, I am pregnant…”

Her voice was so soft it could hardly be heard. “I planned to tell you after the baby became steady… I am sorry, brother…”

She lifted her face to look at me, her eyes full of hurt and shock.

“Sister-in-law, what did I do to upset you? Why did you shove me?”

That patch of blood made my ears buzz, and my head turn; my mind became empty, and I did not speak back right away.

In the next second, Clayton had already lifted her and hurried outside.

“Doctor! Doctor!”

His voice had never sounded so panicked, much more real than when he had just been sitting by my bed.

Before stepping out, Clayton suddenly turned his head to look at me, his eyes terribly cold.

“If anything happens to Verity and her baby.”

He clenched his teeth while speaking, “I will absolutely not let you off!”

I stood still, my fists tight, as if I had been slapped hard several times.

The mistress was pregnant, yet Clayton felt no guilt and could still threaten me without mercy.

At that moment, the last bit of feeling in my heart broke completely.

Soon, the ward was empty except for me. I sat on the bed and numbly opened my phone to buy a plane ticket.

I had no more ties to this place or this house.

Just after I finished paying, the ward door was pushed open.

Clayton’s eyes were red, his face full of worry, the veins on his temples clear. He rushed over and seized my wrist.

“Come with me. Immediately.”

He dragged me so hard that I staggered, pain shooting through my wrist. I struggled at once.

“What are you doing?”

“Verity has lost too much blood!”

He almost shouted. “She’s in serious danger. You have to give her a blood transfusion!”

I froze for a moment and looked at his arm.

His sleeve was not fully down. On his skin was a fresh needle mark, with bruises around it.

He had already donated blood.

“Are you insane?”

My voice shook, not from fear but from shock. “Clayton, I’m pregnant! You want me to give blood to someone else?”

At that moment, Clayton’s face turned hard.

“Can your child compare to hers?”

He could not hide his anger. “Verity’s health was already weak. If she loses this child, who knows if she can ever get pregnant again in her life!”

“Celestine, you almost destroyed a woman’s future. Now you won’t even give a little blood to make up for it. How can you be so heartless?!”

I trembled in anger, almost ready to pull away their last cover and reveal everything between him and Verity.

But as soon as I opened my mouth, Clayton changed his tone.

“Celestine, have you forgotten? When you lost your memory, who stayed by your side for twenty-one days?”

“And five years ago, when you were sick and needed blood, who gave it to you without hesitation?”

“I’ve saved you again and again. Now it’s time for you to repay me; you can’t be so heartless.”

Each word he spoke felt like a blunt knife, stabbing into my heart again and again.

I felt the blood in my body turn cold little by little.

Even though I had decided to leave and no longer expected anything from him, when he calmly said, “You should repay me,” my heart still hurt.

In his heart, the time he stayed with me, the care he gave, the things I once treasured, were all debts.

Only then did I understand that if I did not repay this debt, I would never truly be free from him.

I took a deep breath, looked up at him, and answered calmly.

“Fine. I’ll give her blood.”

Clayton clearly breathed out in relief.

I continued, “Think of it as repayment for you saving me before. After this, we owe each other nothing.”

Verity was still in the treatment room, her condition unclear. Clayton did not have time to think and only nodded without thinking.

“Okay.”

He said, “As long as you save her, we can discuss the rest later.”

I did not fight anymore.

As the doctor advised me, I simply said quietly, “Take only the smallest amount of blood that is safe.”

Then I shut my eyes.

When the needle entered my vein, there was no pain.

I only felt my body grow lighter bit by bit, as if something left me with the blood.

Clayton stood beside me, finally at ease, his voice much softer.

“Wife, we’ll have the wedding in a few days. After that, I’ll help you recover well. You’ve been wronged lately.”

I did not want to listen to his promises anymore, and I would not trust them again.

After the blood was taken, Clayton said a few simple words and then left in a hurry once the surgery ended to check on Verity.

I remained in the hospital for two additional days.

During that time, he stayed beside Verity the whole time, watching her carefully, afraid she might have any problem.

He never returned to my ward, as if waiting for me to lower my head and apologize first.

In my heart, Clayton had always been a gentle man who rarely showed anger or a cold face. But once he was upset, he would disappear for days and leave me waiting.

Before, I was always afraid of him being unhappy. So when he showed even a little displeasure, I would lower my head first.

Because of this, Clayton believed he had full control over me. He thought that within three days, I would coax him and say sorry.

He never expected that on the third day, instead of apologizing, I received a message from the lawyer.

[The divorce process has been completed.]

I looked at that sentence. In my heart, there was only calm relief.

I completed the discharge steps, went home to pack one suitcase, and got on the plane.

On the plane, I removed the SIM card from my phone and threw it into the trash without care.

From that moment on, Clayton and I had no connection.

The debt was paid, the feelings were over.

And my child would not have a father named Clayton.

In the hospital, Clayton’s heart suddenly jumped. He looked at his phone by instinct and saw an unread message.

He smiled slightly, thinking it was my apology. But what he saw was.

[Mr. Clayton, your divorce registration with Ms. Celestine Grimes has been approved and was completed on March 1, 2026.]