Welcome Party for My Wife's First Love

My thoughts were pulled back by the increasingly loud discussions in the private room. Hearing me raise a toast for them, Louisa seemed very displeased. The atmosphere in the room grew eerily quiet.

Seeing my silence, Louisa snapped. "How long are you going to make a scene? Isn’t half a month enough to cool off? If you keep acting crazy, I won’t be so civil anymore! You were the one who snooped through my phone without permission, and now you’re making a fuss about it? Haven’t you had enough?"

No wonder she had been so quiet these past two weeks and hadn’t contested Eddie's custody. Apparently, under Simon's persuasion, she had believed I was the one being unreasonable. I couldn’t help but laugh bitterly.

Several classmates tried to mediate, "Damien, you shouldn’t have looked at her phone without permission. Trust is crucial in a marriage."

I sipped my drink and replied calmly, "I just saw she was anxious and wanted to help her fulfill her youthful dream. How would it feel to be married to me while thinking about someone else? They seem like a good match now, don’t they?"

Louisa’s expression turned even more grim. I shifted my focus to the other friends in the room and changed the subject. Throughout the dinner, I didn’t give her a single glance. But I could feel her eyes boring into my face as if trying to decipher my thoughts.

When she saw I wasn’t reacting, she deliberately raised her voice to sweetly serve Simon some food. When the waiter brought in seafood, the space left on the table was in front of Simon, but before the plate could be set down, Louisa shrieked, "Don’t put it there! He’s severely allergic to seafood! He can’t even smell it!"

I froze with my drink halfway to my mouth. So, Simon was allergic to seafood as well.

After the party, I called for a designated driver, but Louisa wobbled her way into my car. Seeing her clear-eyed expression, I frowned in displeasure. "What are you doing?"

Her response was nonchalant. "Going home."

After answering casually, she closed her eyes to rest. I hadn’t been home for half a month, and judging by her reaction, she hadn’t been back either. After a while, she murmured in a dreamy voice.

"Damien... cut a grapefruit for me!

"Damien, help me wash my coat..."

She tilted her head. I tried not to let her lean on my shoulder, so I gently supported her neck. We soon arrived at our residential area, and the car stopped downstairs. I woke her up.

She looked at me with a puzzled expression. "Aren’t you coming in?"

I shook my head and asked the driver to start the car. From behind, Louisa shouted in frustration, "Damien, if you’re not coming back tonight, don’t bother coming in ever again!"

I closed my eyes and rested, but my phone suddenly rang with Louisa’s call. As soon as I picked it up, it became clear that she hadn't been home for the past two weeks.

"What’s this about? A divorce agreement? How dare you talk about divorce? Damien, you’re a bastard! What gives you the right to fight me for custody of Eddie? Who do you think you are?"

I replied coldly, "I’m his father. You’ve always wanted me to walk away with nothing, right? Fine, I agree."

Her response was a cold laugh. "His father?"

Not wanting to engage in pointless arguments, I hung up. I knew she wasn’t drunk. Before, she had managed to drink through entire events without getting drunk. Tonight, she only had three glasses of wine.

When I got back to my new place and opened the door, Eddie ran into my arms. "Daddy, you’re finally back!"

Seeing Eddie’s pale face from blood loss after the surgery, I felt a wave of guilt. The hospital's blood supply was insufficient, so I arranged for a blood type match. Eddie was my son, and I needed to take good care of him!

The next morning, as I was leaving, I saw Louisa waiting at the door. I didn’t know how she found me, but with dark circles under her eyes, she said, "Damien, I’m not giving up custody of Eddie, so you’d better not push for a divorce."

I was taken aback that she was using Eddie’s custody as a bargaining chip. Just as I was about to argue, the hospital called.

"Hello, Mr. Oneill. The results for the blood type match you requested have come in."