No More Hurt For Him: Looking for a Better Life

　　Half a month ago, I suddenly experienced unbearable abdominal pain.

　　That day, Irvin happened to be home to pick up some documents. Before I could ask for his help, he received a call from Amelia.

　　He hurriedly drove off to resolve a difficult business deal for Amelia.

　　Meanwhile, I endured the pain and called an ambulance myself.

　　Just as I arrived at the hospital, I received intimate photos of him and Amelia.

　　My already precarious pregnancy couldn't hold on any longer. I was three months along, but the baby turned into a pool of blood and left my body.

　　The embryo hadn't been expelled completely.

　　Yesterday was supposed to be our wedding anniversary, but I had to go through the surgery alone.

　　Ironically, shortly after I came out of the operating room, I received that cat.

　　It felt like Irvin and Amelia were mocking my helplessness, each action feeling like a stab to my heart.

　　And he knew very well that I was terrified of cats.

　　Irvin suddenly stood up, gripping the box tightly, his knuckles turning white.

　　He didn't question why I hadn't told him.

　　Because that night, he hung up on me many times.

　　The only time he picked up, he said only one thing.

　　"I'm busy right now, don't bother me."

　　In the dead of night, what could he possibly be busy with Amelia?

　　"It's okay... We still have Michael."

　　He forced a casual laugh, but his expression was even uglier than if he had cried.

　　Before I could respond, he walked to the room and skillfully closed the door.

　　It seemed like he had forgotten that our true eldest son, Michael, had been separated from me since birth.

　　For so many years, he has harbored the most resentment towards me.

　　As I gazed at the closed door, for the first time, I didn't try to reconcile.

　　Throughout our seven years of marriage, I had always been the one to make amends in every conflict.

　　About half a year ago, our conflicts intensified, and I acted out of selfish desire, thinking that having another child whom I could raise myself would surely ease the tension in our family.

　　It would also allow me to experience the long-lost affection through the baby.

　　But I was wrong. With the baby's departure, the conflict between us had reached an irreconcilable point.

　　"Goodbye, Irvin."

　　I muttered to myself as I faced the door.

　　Early the next morning, I was still packing my things.

　　Amelia knocked on the door and stood pitifully with the fruit in her hand.

　　"Mrs. McDowell, I heard that you're going to divorce Mr. McDowell. Could you... please not act rashly?"

　　I leaned against the door, observing her carefully.

　　Amelia was Irvin's secretary, rumored to come from a poor family, but she was very diligent.

　　Her efforts were not only directed towards her work but also towards seducing Irvin.

　　I had seen her use countless excuses to lure Irvin away from me, and afterwards, she would claim that I was being petty and had misunderstood their relationship.

　　But what legitimate president would have such a close relationship with his secretary, spending time together even late at night?

　　I smiled, tears welling up in my eyes.

　　"I'm getting a divorce, and you're conveniently taking my place. Isn't that good?"

　　Upon hearing this, Amelia's face turned pale.

　　With tears in her eyes, she tried to explain, "Mrs. McDowell, I'm sorry. Mr. McDowell said you just lost your child. I thought having a pet would make you happy."

　　"You knew about my miscarriage even before Irvin did, and you executed it quite cleverly."

　　"No, it's not like that," Amelia shook her head, wanting to explain further, but then abruptly stopped and simply started crying silently.

　　"Delia Abigail, come at me if you're angry. Don't be angry with Amelia."

　　I didn't know when Irvin had appeared by my side.

　　He was cold all over and without a word, he embraced Amelia.

　　It was a scene of a hero saving a damsel in distress, a pitiful sight that I was quite familiar with.

　　In the past, Irvin used to protect me like that.

　　But now, he didn't say a word and left with Amelia right in front of me.

　　He didn't even look back once.