The Accident Happened on the Ninth Wedding Anniversary

Her name was Jenifer. Seeing her and Harris's parents happily calling each other godfather and godmother, enjoying the warm atmosphere as a family, I felt disgusted. I put down my chopsticks and picked up my oblivious daughter, ready to leave.

Harris called out to me in a cold voice when he saw the look of frustration on Jenifer's face.

"Sarah, have you caused enough trouble? Look, she's my parents' adopted daughter. It's not as dirty as you think between her and me. Can't you understand and stop constantly overthinking?"

His words made me laugh out of anger.

"Adopted daughter? Are you and your family taking me for a fool or are you really stupid enough to believe the fabricated nonsense you've come up with?"

Harris's mother impatiently clicked her tongue and scornfully mocked me.

"How can you be a wife like this? Do you think a husband's words are like the word of God? Sarah, do you really think Harris can't do without you? Look at yourself, just a yellow-faced woman who only gave birth to a daughter. How can you compare to my obedient adopted daughter?"

Harris's also father chimed in, accusing me.

"Sarah, the most important thing for a woman is to be virtuous, obedient, and understanding. Harris always gives his best to you, and you should learn to be content. Don't make the family restless and chaotic."

I had already witnessed the twisted values of Harris's parents before I married him.

Even Harris himself knew what kind of rotten people his parents were.

He used to protect me well, immediately turning against his parents whenever they said something negative about me. He used to protect me well, immediately turning against his parents whenever they said something negative about me. But now, he sat next to Song Jiayi, coldly watching the scene unfold, while still refilling the half-empty glass of drink for the young girl.

But now, he sat next to Jenifer, coldly watching the scene unfold, while still refilling the half-empty glass of drink for the young girl.

Seeing this, my heart clenched with uncontrollable pain.

Whether he still loved me or not was so obvious that it made me feel ashamed.

After a long silence, Harris thought I had given in.

He took momo, who was scared and crying from the argument, from my arms and instructed the nanny to take her to the backyard of the villa to calm her down.

Then he forcefully pushed me back into my seat, my mind in a daze.

Harris asked Jenifer to pour me a drink.

He shamelessly said to me, "You've misunderstood me. She's just my adopted sister."

Jenifer sweetly smiled as she held the wine bottle, and I didn't miss the flicker of jealousy that passed through her eyes.

I didn't play into his hands and pick up the glass of red wine, accepting Jenifer's fake kindness.

So he stood behind me, leaned in close, and forcefully held my hand, raising the trembling wine glass in the air.

Feeling my whole body shaking, resisting silently, and not cooperating.

He pursed his lips and leaned in close to my ear, his voice filled with a mocking tone as he asked me word by word.

"Sarah, I'm curious. As a woman who no longer has a uterus, where do you get the audacity to ask for a divorce from your husband?"