Three Years In, My Husband Suddenly Let Go

He gently stroked her swollen cheek, then turned to glare at me, his eyes filled with raw disappointment and fury:

“Adriana! I’m so disappointed in you!”

His voice shook with anger:

“Secretary Young came to help you out of kindness, and you actually raised a hand against her? When did you become so vicious? Do you really think that just because you’re pregnant with my child, you can do whatever you want?”

I opened my mouth to explain: “She did it to me…”

“Enough!” Lucas snapped, his gaze icy and unfamiliar, thick with disdain:

“I don’t want to hear your excuses! I thought you were just not independent enough, but I never imagined you’d be this jealous and spiteful!”

“Apologize to Secretary Young. If you don’t, forget about keeping my child!”

He immediately took out his phone to schedule an abortion.

He knew how desperately I had wanted this pregnancy, yet he used the child to threaten me.

I handed him the blood-stained miscarriage report and whispered,

“Lucas, don’t bother. The baby is gone.”

He took the report, disbelief flashing across his face before it twisted into rage:

“Adriana, haven’t you caused enough trouble? I bet you were never pregnant at all—just using this miscarriage to guilt-trip me, right?”

Whatever he believed no longer mattered.

I took out the prepared divorce agreement from under my pillow and handed it to him.

“Sign it. Let’s end this peacefully.” The crisp white paper reflected his suddenly drained expression.

He let go of Lydia, snatched the agreement, and his pupils tightened sharply as he read the terms.

“When did you find out about all this?”

Those overseas accounts he assumed I didn’t know about, the assets he secretly transferred, the things he thought would stay hidden forever—

All neatly listed, line by line.

Looking at him, I suddenly felt it was all absurd.

For three years, he treated me like a parasitic vine, convinced I survived only by clinging to him, always on guard.

But he never realized he was the vine wrapped around me.

“Adriana!”

He tore the agreement apart, his voice warped by fury. “You’ve been plotting against me from the start! Pretending all these years!”

“You think someone like you deserves a divorce? You want a piece of what I built? Without me, you’re nothing! You can’t survive!”

I watched his theatrics in silence, a soft, sorrowful laugh escaping:

“Staying with you is the only way I truly can’t live.”

From that moment, he saw my dependence as a burden.

From that moment, he treated my love like a joke.

From that moment, he expected me to face life and death alone.

I had already become nothing.

He stormed out, borrowed an A4 sheet from a nurse, wrote a divorce agreement by hand, and slammed it onto the bed.

“You want a divorce? Fine! Sign this, and you leave with nothing.” Lydia was so thrilled she nearly stumbled. Leaning into him, she murmured, “Mr. Sterling, don’t be angry… Madam must be acting on impulse…” Her eyes glowed with triumphant delight as she clutched her head, pretending to feel faint.

Lucas pulled her close, his gaze slicing into me:

“Adriana, I’m giving you one last chance. Apologize to Lydia, and I’ll pretend none of this happened.”

“No need. If you won’t agree to a mutual divorce, then see you in court. My lawyer will contact you.”