Three Chances Too Late

I helped my wife, Kim Carey, rise from obscurity into stardom, only to discover that she was having an affair with a rising young actor who looked like me.

When I asked for a divorce, she cried and begged me not to leave.

In the end, I caved in. I gave her three chances.

The first time, she stayed up all night to post a public statement clarifying all the rumors between her and Emmett Stone.

She canceled all her work and stayed with me for an entire week.

The second time, on my birthday, she publicly announced that Emmett was her soulmate. She even released intimate photos of the two of them.

She buried herself in my arms and said righteously, "Emmett is depressed. I'm only doing this to comfort him. You're the only one in my heart. This is the last time. Please believe me."

Then, she abandoned me in the wilderness, just because Emmett had suffered a minor injury on his hand.

The final time, my father was critically ill and urgently needed a huge sum of money for surgery.

She refused to even transfer a single cent to me.

"All the money has been invested in Emmett's new drama," she said coldly. "Your father won't die that quickly."

That night, my father missed the best window for treatment and died on the operating table.

My heart was completely shattered.

When Kim finally returned home late that night, I asked for a divorce once more.

My wife, Kim Carey, pushed the divorce papers aside and rubbed her temples wearily.

"I've already said that I won't get a divorce. Enough with this nonsense!"

I looked at her and felt that this face in front of me was so familiar yet so foreign at the same time.

"I'm tired, Kim."

"I said, I won't ever get a divorce. Stop being childish, Julian! Nothing is going on between Emmett and me!" Kim raised her voice with a little hint of panic in them.

She grew agitated, clutching her chest as she retched dryly.

Emmett Stone immediately went over to hold her, asking in concern, "Kim, is the baby bothering you again?"

Kim didn't deny it. She merely looked at me feebly with a hint of sheepishness in her gaze.

My heart sank.

She was pregnant with his child, yet she said nothing was going on.

My silence seemed to have infuriated her even more. She spat, "Yes, I'm pregnant! But the child was an accident! Emmett and I got drunk the other day."

She added, "Julian, listen to me. Once the child is born, we'll raise it as our own. Emmett agrees to it. Don't think too much into this."

A hint of reluctance and jealousy flew across Emmett's gaze.

I flashed her an ugly smile as if I was almost in tears. "There's no need. I don't need a child my wife had with some other man."

This completely infuriated her, and she exploded.

She yelled, "You're completely infertile! Just because you can't give me children, are you going to take away my right to be a mother? Julian Kant, how could you be so selfish!"

Her words were like a knife stabbing accurately right into my heart.

Five years ago, Kim was surrounded by some rabid anti-fans. I protected her and took 18 stabs in my body.

This incident took away any chances of my ever becoming a father.

After I got discharged, I asked her for a divorce. That was the first time. She sobbed hard and held my hand, telling me that she would rather not have a child than lose me.

Turns out, her promises were just as empty as a void.

Kim saw how hurt I was and instantly cooled down. She realized that she had misspoken, so she tried to make it up to me by saying softly, "Julian, be good. I won't ever leave you. I swear."

When I still didn't respond, the last shred of her patience snapped.

"I'll let you think about it. Emmett will be staying with us for the next few days. I need to care for him. Remember to prepare an extra portion when you're cooking."

Emmett said with a smile, "Julian, don't be mistaken. I'm only here to comfort Kim. Her pregnancy symptoms have been quite serious recently."

Kim's face turned icy, resuming her usual high-and-mighty superstar demeanor.