My Wife's Ruining My Family for the Happiness of Her First Love's Family

The shock was like a dagger stabbed into my heart, leaving me to freeze there. However, I ran into Raymond, who was welcoming all the guests.

He said, "Why did you come so late, Christopher?"

Rachel frowned at me. "What are you doing here? Today is Cole's big day, don't mess around."

Her words agitated all my sorrow and bewilderment as well as my tears.

"Why did Cole take Luna's place? Why did she die in the hospital so abruptly? Why didn't you answer my call?" I asked harshly.

Thinking of this, my heart ached.

The food I prepared was still on the table in my house, but no one would go back to unite with me.

My whole family had turned into cold ashes.

And now, my wife became someone else's son's mother.

Raymond hurriedly explained, "Luna voluntarily gave up her place. As a girl, the only thing she needs to do is to marry a good man. But Cole is a boy. He needs a career."

"Luna is dead, so are my parents, and you came here to celebrate with another man?" I questioned her with a hoarse voice.

The huge hotel was filled with guests and laughter.

But I could only stay at home and cry silently in front of the bone ashes of my beloved family.

"Christopher Simmons, can you stop being such a crazy man? Bone marrow donation has no effect on human body, not to mention the last time Luna did that was three years ago. Don't use her as an excuse to bring me home." Rachel paused for a second and continued, "Also, your parents have had heart problems for a long time and never go out for a long period of time, so how can they die all of a sudden? I don't want to talk to a liar anymore."

Rachel's rejecting glare made the words I hadn't finished saying get stuck in my chest.

My daughter died under unclear circumstances, and my parents also passed away because of this misery.

But all these miserable things were my scheme to win her heart from another man in her eyes.

After twenty years of our marriage, the initial passion for each other had long been worn out.

It was our common children who prevented this family from falling apart.

Middle-aged couples could always make do with their lives for the sake of their children.

But with my daughter and parents' death, the last bond between Rachel and me was broken.

I felt hopeless and didn't want to look at the woman in front of me anymore.

"Rachel, I will divorce you," I said.