My Almost-Husband's Sins Brought Him to His End

As soon as I finished speaking, the doctors and nurses were shocked. Even though we were already at the hospital, they kept asking me, "Are you really sure you want to terminate the pregnancy?"

I kept nodding firmly. Since his father doesn't love me and only has eyes for another woman, he certainly won't love him or look forward to his birth either. I can't let him be born only to experience the same neglect and rejection I've gone through.

Lying on the operating table, as if I were ready to die, I still called Jeremy. As soon as the call connected, Jeremy angrily snapped, "Are you regretting it now and looking for forgiveness? Well, it's too late! Cassie is in critical condition, and if anything happens to her, not even ten lives of yours would be enough to make up for it!"

From the other end, I could hear Cassie's heart-wrenching cries, which sounded even more painful than what I was going through with my abortion.

I swallowed my words and told the doctor, "Go ahead now."

"Your child is healthy in all aspects. Are you sure you don't want to reconsider?"

"No need!" I replied.

After the surgery, I returned home physically and emotionally drained, finding a thick layer of dust on the table. It seemed Jeremy had been spending all his time with Cassie these days.

I opened my phone and saw him in Cassie's posts, filled with pictures of the haughty and aloof young master of the Landers family humbling himself to take care of her. All of our mutual friends were envious. I let out a sneer and saved all the screenshots.

I packed my bags and left without looking back. I found a hotel to stay in for a few days and lived freely and without care before returning to work.

During those days, my family kept calling me, asking if I had managed to win Jeremy back. When I told them I had made up my mind not to go back, my mother cried until she almost fainted, cursing me for being an ungrateful daughter. So, I blocked and deleted her, out of sight, out of mind.

Back at my desk, I noticed strange looks from my colleagues, which was odd since I had always been quite invisible at the company. Before I could say anything, Leiann, a colleague I was close with, rushed over.

"Caroline, did you know? You're trending! Everyone's talking about you. Turns out you're our boss, Jeremy's fiancée! We all thought it was that arrogant Cassie."

Feeling utterly embarrassed, I forced a smile. I learned that someone had dug up the backstory, and it was all over the trending searches, with people criticizing Jeremy for being a fickle playboy. There was even a movement to boycott Landers' business, with people saying they wouldn't spend money on someone with no conscience.

In the past, I would've immediately taken the blame, protecting Jeremy and shielding him from the fallout. But now, I just watched coldly, with no intention of saying anything.

At that moment, Jeremy's assistant came over to tell me that Jeremy wanted to see me about something important. Seeing the expectant looks of my coworkers, I braced myself and went with him.

When Jeremy saw me, he strode toward me with a dark, unreadable expression. "Are you still throwing a tantrum? Do you realize you almost caused someone's death? You're an adult; breaking up and living apart—how childish!"

"Alright, as long as Cassie is okay. Didn't you always want to see that concert? I've already bought tickets for us to go together," he said, taking out a jewelry box from the cabinet in a casual manner.

He opened it, revealing a stunning aquamarine gemstone necklace, far more exquisite and expensive than anything he'd ever given me. Jeremy smugly said, "I had the aquamarine cut in two. Cassie's piece is bigger, but I'm sure you won't mind. Yours is pretty, too."

Seeing the fingerprints still on it, I realized it was the one Cassie had rejected. My stomach churned with disgust.

In the past, if I was in a bad mood, he would search all the jewelry stores just to find something I liked. If I didn't feel well, he'd scour the city to get me breakfast that suited my taste. Now, all that care had been handed over to another woman while I was treated like a mere guest—completely indifferent.

I shook my head and closed the box. "I don't like blue. Cassie does, so why don't you give both to her?"

"We haven't registered for marriage yet, so let's not waste time. Don't bother me anymore. I'm giving up the position of Mrs. Landers to her." I added.

I had overheard Cassie and her lackeys gossip behind my back, wondering why Jeremy would ever love a plain woman like me. Jeremy would then fondly stroke Cassie's head while speaking disdainfully about me: "I could never love her. I'm only with her because she takes care of me like a nanny, so I don't have the heart to kick her out. Plus, my mom says she might give us a son someday, so I've kept her around for now."

To him, our relationship was nothing more than charity, devoid of any love. But to me, it had been all-consuming love and effort.

So now, I don't love him anymore, and I don't want the position of the Landers family's daughter-in-law either. I'm giving him and Cassie my blessing. He should be thrilled, right?

Unexpectedly, he froze for a few seconds, then swept all the documents off the table in a rage! His eyes turned red as he yelled, "Caroline! What do you mean? All these years, you've thrown away your dignity to please me and my family just to marry into our family, and now you're saying you don't want it? Who do you think you're fooling?"

He continued, "Isn't it just about the wedding? I'll arrange a new one for you. That ceremony was just a promise to Cassie. Do you really need to make a big deal out of it?"

He always said that I willingly bowed and scraped to his family. But he never seemed to notice how they insulted and belittled me at every opportunity. It's just that Cassie's appearance made him forget all the sacrifices I had made.

The office was a wreck from his tantrum. In the past, I would have been terrified, kneeling to beg for his forgiveness. I would've done anything to calm him down. But now, I don't even blink. I just looked at him coolly.

After a long stand-off, Jeremy seemed to give up. He reached for my hand pleadingly. "Caroline, you know..."

I struggled to break free, but the next second, his phone started ringing loudly. I saw the caller ID clearly: "Dearest Baby Cassie."

Sure enough, Cassie was crying again, claiming she had chest pain and might not have long to live, urging Jeremy not to miss her too much. I could predict every word she was going to say, having heard the same lines over and over for years.

Everyone could tell she was faking it, except for Jeremy.

Without saying a word, I turned and left.

To my surprise, Jeremy frowned and asked in confusion, "Why aren't you making a scene? Aren't you going to stop me from going?"

I shrugged. That was the old me. When I cared about him, of course, I didn't want him going on dates with Cassie. I would've rather taken his place. For that, he'd called me many times manipulative and told me to learn to be as understanding as Cassie.

His annoyance deepened, but the phone's constant ringing reminded him he needed to hurry over. Finally, he sighed and said, somewhat complicatedly, "I'll go first. You go home and calm down. No matter what you say, the only Mrs. Landers will be you. Stop throwing a tantrum."

"I'm not throwing a tantrum. I'm leaving now," I said indifferently.

My nonchalant attitude seemed to anger him further. "Caroline, why are you acting like a different person? You used to..."

"Used to be petty and malicious, right? Well, I've learned my lesson. I won't bother with this anymore," I replied with a smile, shaking my head as I walked away.

After work, I rushed back to the hotel and ordered a mountain of takeout, eating to my heart's content. Just as I was enjoying myself, Jeremy's call came again. He told me that Cassie would be joining us for dinner and that he couldn't leave her alone.

I told him I had already eaten and wished them both an enjoyable meal.

There was a two-second pause in his breathing, then he gritted his teeth and said, "Caroline, don't push your luck! I suggest you stop while you're ahead."

I ignored him and hung up the phone, going straight to sleep.

The next day at work, I saw his warning text. [Caroline, don't come crying and regretting this!]