Martin wept more than ever. It caused everyone else to turn their anger toward me.
My father’s face turned red with fury as his voice turned hoarse when he grabbed my hand, shouting, “Listen to me! Stop causing more trouble! Just end things with your lover and live a good life with Martin. That’s what matters most!”
“You already have a child together. If you still dare to get a divorce, don’t blame me for breaking your legs!”
I stayed cold and expressionless.
“This marriage has to end,” I said firmly, turning to leave.
My father’s voice exploded behind me, shouting, “If you dare to divorce Martin, I’ll cut you off as my daughter!”
Meanwhile, Martin didn’t try to stop me. Instead, he shouted, “Sophia, if you’re leaving, don’t expect a single penny! I’ll throw you out with nothing!”
“Since you’ve found someone else and want to abandon me, don’t blame me for being cruel!”
Soon enough, I filed for divorce immediately and submitted the videos I’d secretly recorded at Wendy’s house as evidence.
That night, I planned to stay at a hotel. But to my shock, all my bank accounts were frozen. I suddenly remembered that all these years, I had handed over every bit of my earnings to Martin, leaving almost nothing for myself.
For so many years, I had worked day and night for our little family. I thought that after all our years together, we would finally have a happy home. But I realized it was all a lie. Actually, I had been alone from the very beginning.
Eventually, I ended up borrowing some money from a friend to check into a hotel. When I opened my phone, I saw that someone had secretly recorded our argument the day before and uploaded it online. It was already trending.
The comments were full of insults. Some people even threatened to ruin my life.
[She’s divorcing her husband just because he helped babysit a neighbor’s child? What kind of woman does that?]
[She’s clearly cheating! Now she’s pretending to be the victim … How shameless!]
Public opinion spread quickly. Even the hotel staff looked at me with disgust. When I turned on my computer, a stabbing pain filled my chest.
There were hundreds of videos showing Martin and Wendy’s secret meetings. Every night, after putting her daughter, Nancy, to bed, he went into her bedroom. I had found the truth from Martin’s own phone.
My own husband had connected to the neighbor’s security camera and saved videos of himself with Wendy. When he wasn’t paying attention, I linked that camera feed to my own phone. From then on, I saw that they were together every night.
The way Martin looked at Wendy was so gentle, which was a look he had never given me. To others, he seemed kind and thoughtful. But I was the only one who knew his true coldness. After we both got married, he told me he didn’t want children and warned me never to bring it up.
When I became pregnant by accident, I begged Martin to let me keep the baby. But he forced me to have an abortion without hesitation. That pain stayed with me forever. After that day, my husband never allowed me to touch him again.
And now, he was caring for another woman’s child right in front of me.
“Miss Anderson, the court hearing is scheduled three days from now. I’ve prepared all the documents you requested,” my lawyer informed me.
The next morning, my secretary called to say that the company’s investors were pulling out because of the public backlash. When I arrived at the office, Martin was already there.
“Sophia, don’t go in yet. Reporters are everywhere,” he warned.
But I pushed him aside. Martin quickly stumbled to the floor, looking shocked. Everyone around turned to look at us. He surely had never expected me to do that.
“Sophia, are you really that heartless? Can’t you even show me a little mercy?” he asked bitterly.
