The Artpiece that Destroyed My Marriage

Tiana tried to win me over one last time. She stood on the side of the road, holding our daughter in her arms, physically blocking my way.

Eddie grew frantic and shoved me. “What the hell is wrong with you? Your wife and kid are standing in the middle of the damn street! Are you just gonna stand there like a statue? What if a car hits them? Are you really okay with that?”

I let out a cold laugh. “If something happens to them, that’s not my problem.”

But I didn’t expect something to actually happen. A drunk driver ran a red light and swerved straight toward them and hit Tiana and the baby head-on.

It was chaos.

Our daughter was rushed to the hospital in critical condition. She needed an emergency blood transfusion. Tiana had no choice. In front of everyone—family, strangers, hospital staff—she dropped to her knees and begged.

“Charles, please. I’m begging you. She’s your daughter. Please give her your blood.”

I stood there, unmoved.

“Why ask me?” I said coldly. “Why don’t you go ask that damn David statue in your studio? Maybe he’d be willing to bleed for her.”

Tiana froze. The entire room did.

And then came the shouting. People swarmed me with insults, disgust in their eyes.

“How heartless can you be? She’s your own child!”

“Still jealous of a statue? What kind of twisted man are you?”

“A control freak like you doesn’t deserve a wife or kid.”

“You’re like something out of a nightmare.”

Tiana’s face was streaked with tears. She looked at me with pure disgust.

“Charles… now I really see who you are. You want a divorce? Fine. After today, don’t you dare come crawling back to me.”

In the end, it was Eddie who donated blood to save our daughter.

Meanwhile, my cold, emotionless reaction was caught on video by a bystander—and posted online.

The clip went viral. Soon, the entire internet came down judging me.

[My God, what kind of father does this? He’s a monster. I hope he never has another child.]

[The poor woman. Ladies, watch out for red flags before you marry psychos like this.]

[He’s disgusting. Cold. Completely dead inside.]

Alex showed up with a worried look on his face. “Chaz… the whole internet’s roasting you alive. Are you really not going to explain anything?”

I just shook my head, expressionless. “There’s nothing to explain. We’ll settle it in court tomorrow.” Then I looked up, voice flat but icy. “Tiana’s lied to me for years. I’m going to make sure she pays for it.”

***

The next morning, Tiana showed up to court with her parents—and Eddie, of course, clinging to their side like a loyal dog.

They glared at me with smug superiority.

“Charles,” her father scoffed, “you’re irrational, petty and vindictive. No judge is going to side with someone like you.”

Her mother added with a sneer, “Better start begging for mercy. Maybe you’ll walk away with 1% of the assets—if you’re lucky.”

I ignored them and sat silently at the plaintiff’s table.

After reviewing the documents, the judge looked at me with skepticism. “Mr. Owen, you're requesting a divorce on the grounds that your wife was sculpting a ‘David’ figure in her studio. That’s not a valid reason to strip her of all marital assets. It doesn’t hold up.”

Behind me, the crowd chuckled and whispered. Meanwhile, Tiana and her family smirked in triumph. Eddie looked like he’d already won.

But I didn’t flinch. “I have evidence,” I said loudly.

The room quieted. I glanced around before continuing.

“And I’m going to show you all the real reason I filed for divorce.”