Arthur cheated, a one-night stand. The girl got pregnant, caused a scene in front of me, and demanded Arthur take responsibility. Arthur smoked a cigarette and left the choice to me. "It was just once." "If you can forgive me, we'll live our lives well." "If you can't, we divorce." I looked pale, asking with a trembling voice: "It's your fault, right?" "If we divorce, you'll admit it's your fault, right?" 1 My marriage to Arthur was picking up my sister's leftovers. Chloe is bubbly, cheerful, yet spoiled and willful. She refused to be trapped for a lifetime by a so-called arranged marriage. So she took a card with twenty million dollars and ran away. My mom doted on her youngest daughter and couldn't bear to lose a good son-in-law like Arthur. So she pushed me forward. Acting as if as long as it was a daughter from the Smith family, Arthur would marry her. Who is Arthur Vance? In the capital, if a signboard fell, it would hit a row of his ancestors. He was the biggest fish in the pond. Chloe fleeing the wedding had already made him lose face. And they wanted him to marry me? Were they daydreaming? But I still went to see him once, volunteering myself, and he actually agreed. This year is the fourth year of our marriage. In front of outsiders, we are the model couple. But privately, we treat each other with utmost respect, maintaining the most basic etiquette even in bed. My mom kept pushing me, saying I should have a child by now, nagging me for being useless, saying if things kept going like this, I wouldn't be able to tie Arthur down, and what if he ran away? I wanted to say, Arthur isn't a dog. I want to tie him down, but would he let me? But I wouldn't say it. I would only nod submissively and incessantly. My mom couldn't stand seeing me like this the most, rolling her eyes and strutting away, swaying her hips. But what I didn't expect was that I actually got pregnant. 2 My period was late by one, two, three, maybe four weeks. Last night I bought a pregnancy test, and it showed two lines. Today I went to the hospital and got a blood test. The doctor held the report. "9 weeks pregnant. Do you want to keep this baby or not?" "I think I want it!" I was a bit hesitant. Arthur didn't know yet. This child was also outside of our plans. I had to go ask him. So, holding the report, I went straight to his company. When I arrived, Arthur was in a meeting. His assistant led me to his office, poured coffee, brought pastries, and asked me to wait a while. I picked up the cup, just about to drink. Can you drink coffee while pregnant? I don't know. Let me check. Yes, you can. Then no problem. I took a small sip and sighed in satisfaction. I was only halfway through the sigh when sudden noisy arguments erupted outside, accompanied by a woman's scream. I pushed the door open and locked eyes with a woman being held back. She roared, her eyes bloodshot: "Tell Arthur to come out! He knocked someone up, doesn't he need to take responsibility?" Such a loud voice. Such a big scene. So many people. So embarrassing!!! I wished I could find a hole in the ground to hide in. I just wanted to say, this matter has nothing to do with me! Thankfully, Arthur appeared in time. He walked through the crowd with a cold face and saw me peeking through the crack in the door. That large, bony hand covered my eyes. I instinctively shrank back. He moved his hand and closed the door. I blinked. Hold on. My husband cheated, knocked someone up, and now the person involved has come knocking, and I don't need to be involved at all? 3 Arthur indicated that it wasn't completely unnecessary for me to be involved. He dismissed the crowd, whispered a couple of sentences to that woman, opened the door, and brought her in front of me. Looking at his breezy, calm, and composed demeanor, I really wanted to applaud. To be able to cheat with such self-righteousness, he was probably unprecedented and unrepeatable. The woman was very cool. Wearing simple sportswear, hair in a high ponytail, and a baseball cap. Sitting there with her legs crossed, her whole body screamed "Don't mess with me." But she was also genuinely pretty. Exquisite features, glamorous and cold eyes. Just based on her looks, it was hard to hate her. It's just a pity she had a mouth. "This is your wife?" "Get a divorce." "I'm pregnant, you need to take responsibility for me." I pursed my lips. Well, I'm pregnant too, who's taking responsibility for me? Logically, as the original wife, I should definitely have an advantage over a mistress. But when marriage becomes a battlefield, the more immoral one becomes the more self-righteous. "Sigh!" I sighed, grabbed a small cookie, and ate it. Milky and fragrant, not too sweet. Not bad. "Do you want one?" The woman looked disgusted, pointing at me. "Is she crazy?" Arthur rarely frowned, but he did now. He grabbed my hand and pulled me into the lounge. He smoked a cigarette in silence. "Just once." "I mistakenly drank spiked alcohol and accidentally slept with her." "Elena." He looked up at me, his gaze exceptionally serious. He said: "The fault is mine, you make the decision." "If you can forgive me, we'll live our lives well." "If you can't, we divorce." The sudden appearance of the word "divorce" made my heart skip a beat, then accelerate rapidly. I uncontrollably pinched the web between my thumb and index finger. "It's your fault, right?" "If we divorce, you'll admit it's your fault, right?" 4 Arthur looked at me seriously. He's good-looking, better-looking than anyone else I've ever seen. I really like looking at him. Especially in bed, looking up from below, seeing his hazy eyes, listening to his sexy panting. All of this always makes me forget myself and experience ultimate pleasure. Divorce is quite a pity. But divorce isn't impossible either. "So, your choice is divorce?" I nodded and pointed outside. "It's already come to this, not divorcing won't do!" "Just, with my mom, you'll admit it's your fault, right?" I confirmed again. Arthur's expression, however, faded. Such unfamiliar and distant eyes are quite uncomfortable. But I am best at dealing with inner discomfort. Take a deep breath, exhale, and it's fine. Arthur stood up, brushed off non-existent dust from his clothes, and said calmly: "Don't worry, I'll handle it." Phew! Then I'm relieved. "If we divorce, I don't want anything else, I just want Vanguard Pharmaceuticals." "Fine." "But if it's convenient for you, giving me a villa would be nice too." "Okay." "Then can I also ask for three hundred million?" Arthur looked back, staring at me. "You want everything, and still want a divorce?" "Don't divorce, and it's all yours." I avoided his gaze, lowered my head, and stepped on my right foot with my left. Listen to him. Then don't cheat! No cheating means no need for divorce. No divorce means wife and kids are all yours. ............ Wait. If he cheats and divorces, he still has a wife and a kid. Damn! As expected of a businessman chasing profit, he's calculated everything perfectly. 5 The woman was sent away by Arthur. What they said, what he promised her, I don't know any of it. By the time I came out of the lounge, the woman had already left. Not a single delicious pastry was left. I looked and looked again. When leaving, I couldn't resist grabbing the assistant. "Those little cookies from earlier, could you pack some up for me?" Assistant Reed hesitated, looking like he had a lot to say but didn't know how to start. Behind me, Arthur let out a cold laugh. "Pack them for her!" This incident blew up too big. By evening, my mom called. The first one, I didn't answer. The second one, I still didn't answer. The third one, I stared at the phone for a long time, then threw it into the sink. Finally, I sighed in relief. At the same time, I figured out an issue: I'm going to give birth to the child in my belly. This child, I will provide half of its chromosomes. It will grow nourished by my flesh and blood, come out of my body, and grow into a new living being. It shares a bloodline with me. That's my dearest kin. What reason do I have not to give birth to it? Yes, I'm going to have this baby! This decision made me excited. I opened that four-hundred-thousand-dollar bottle of red wine in the wine cabinet. Can you drink alcohol while pregnant? No? No, in moderation. So, cheers! 6 At eight o'clock, my mom came storming over. The bang bang smashing on the door was enough to get her reported. But there was nothing she could do; I live in a detached villa. I put on my headphones and turned the volume to the max. Yet I could still faintly hear her cursing. Not clearly. But I could probably guess, it was nothing more than the "Elena is Useless Theory" and the "Meaning of Elena's Existence Theory." Lacking innovation, lacking distinctiveness, yet still something I didn't want to hear. I don't know how much time passed, but the sound seemed to stop. I don't know how much more time passed, but my bedroom door seemed to open. Arthur took off my headphones. Holding my ruined phone in one hand, and a new phone in the other. Expressionless, speaking coldly. "Insert the SIM card yourself." "The lab couldn't reach you and called me. Call them back immediately." I looked up at him. "Arthur, you didn't admit your mistake." "What?" "It was clearly your cheating that led to our divorce, yet my mom still came to cause trouble for me." Arthur looked at me. Took a deep breath. "Got it. I'll handle it." Arthur handled it very poorly. I'm going to give him a bad review. My mom stormed the company and was stopped by security. At the time, I had just come out of the lab. After staying up all night, the sample's reaction wasn't optimistic. Several researchers were a bit discouraged and depressed. Arthur said that at a time like this, I should give them encouragement, give them hope, and mobilize them. "But they are human too; being discouraged and depressed is normal." "Having chosen this profession, they possess the courage to start over again even after failing a thousand times." This was what fascinated me the most. But the secretary said my mother was here, naming names and demanding to see me. She wouldn't rest until she saw me. But the truth is, if I didn't want to, she really wouldn't be able to see me. I went down via the private elevator, got in my car, and sneakily prepared to leave. My mom suddenly appeared, standing right in front of my car, glaring at me fiercely. Left with no choice, I had to treat her to a cup of coffee. At the same time, I was counting on my fingers. We mother and daughter hadn't seen each other for 372 days. We could have set a new record, but now it's all for naught. What a pity. "You're going to divorce Arthur?" "Mm." "Are you sick in the head?" My mom launched her attack instantly, so fast it caught people off guard. Then came the continuous output. "Do you have no brains?" "In this world, are you, Elena Smith, nobler than others? Which man doesn't cheat? Which man is completely innocent? Only you are so special, clamoring for a divorce over such a trivial matter. If you're not embarrassed, I am." "Who's to blame when a man cheats? It's yourself for not being able to keep him, to manage him." "I've said it before, what's the use of just having a smart brain! You don't understand human relations at all, you're oblivious, you have no social awareness, you're rigid." "Outsiders always say I favor Chloe. If you only had half of Chloe's understanding, half her thoughtfulness..." "You would still be biased!" I interrupted her and finished her sentence. My mom choked, glaring at me and screaming. "Elena, you just have to go against me, don't you?" No. I'm just tired, I want to sleep. I'm pregnant, the fertilized egg in my belly still needs to develop. Standing up, I wanted to leave. But my mom, as if her reverse scale had been touched, grabbed me, looking fierce, and just like countless times in my childhood, raised her hand to slap me. In that instant, I was terrified. I could dodge her, I could block her, I could even fight back. But my nerves seemed to be blocked, unable to make any reaction. I could only stand frozen. Blankly, like a puppet, even my breathing stopped.
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