It only took one game of Truth or Dare for me to decide to divorce Liam. During the game, he blurted out that he loved resting his head on a pregnant belly to listen to the baby. The room went dead silent. Everyone's eyes were on me. There was no shock in their gazes, only pity and the panic of a secret being exposed. I realized then: they all knew Liam had a child with another woman. But they all helped him hide it from me. Because they knew I was Liam's everything. If I found out, I would leave him. And he would go crazy. So, to make sure he completely lost his mind... I did three things. First, I melted down the wedding ring he designed for me. Second, I saved the video of Chloe taunting me onto a USB drive. Third, I applied to join a top-secret research team. My departure date was set for our seventh wedding anniversary. That day, I would vanish from his life without a trace. And he would receive only one package from me. Inside: a USB drive, signed divorce papers, and the receipt for my abortion. 1 I swallowed the bitter red wine in my mouth, trying to look calm. My voice was barely audible, but I still asked the question: "How many months?" Liam seemed to wake from a dream, the wine glass in his hand suddenly shattering under his grip. Shards of glass pierced his palm, blood dripping instantly. But he didn't care. He rushed to me, hugging me tightly, his voice trembling uncontrollably: "Sarah, it's not what you think. The child was an accident!" Hearing those words, I felt my soul crack. Suppressing the lump in my throat, I enunciated every word in disbelief: "So you... really... got another woman pregnant?" Liam fell silent, giving me no answer. I closed my eyes, two tears sliding down from the corners. Thinking he had held another woman like this, I pushed him away in disgust and turned to flee. Liam chased me to the door, but his phone rang. Seeing the caller ID, he picked up immediately. I heard a soft, coquettish female voice on the other end: "Liam~ Your little baby keeps kicking your big baby, it's torturing me~" A sharp pain stabbed my heart, and I quickened my pace to escape. He didn't chase after me. I smiled bitterly, unsure whether to feel relieved or disappointed. Taking out my phone, I made an international call. "Professor, I agree to join the AMP research team." The person on the other end seemed surprised. "Really? That's great! Our team needs someone like you." "But this research group is highly classified. Once you join, your family won't be able to contact you." "Your husband cares about you so much, he'd probably call the police if you disappeared for a second. Does he agree?" My eyes dimmed, and I said hoarsely, "I'm preparing to divorce him." The person on the other end paused for a moment, didn't ask further, and just said: "Okay, I'll process the paperwork for you. You join in three days." The moment I hung up, the big screen on the mall behind me started playing Liam's exclusive interview. The host sharply noticed his small movements and asked with a smile: "Mr. Foster, I noticed you've been touching your ring. But... it seems like just an ordinary silver ring. Is there anything special about it?" Liam smiled tenderly, holding up his hand to show her: "This is my wedding ring." "Huh? Sorry, I thought with your current net worth, the wedding ring would definitely be a huge diamond." Liam said: "I made my wedding ring by hand seven years ago, polishing it bit by bit, and engraved my wife's and my initials on the inner band." "Wow, there really are two sets of letters. LF and...?" Liam said: "SS. My wife's name is Sarah Sterling." "Wow, I really envy your wife. She must have saved the galaxy in her past life to marry you, Mr. Foster." Liam smiled gently and said: "Actually, I saved the galaxy in my past life to marry her." "This year is the seventh year of my marriage to my wife. Seven years ago, when I had nothing, she firmly supported me. She even lost our first child to save me..." "Sarah Sterling is the only love of my life. In three days, on our seventh wedding anniversary, I will hold a wedding of the century for her, letting everyone witness my love for her." The passersby around were full of envy, praising him as a wife-doting maniac. Yes, everyone thought Liam loved me more than life itself. Even I thought so before today. Looking at the wedding ring on my hand that I had worn for seven years and Liam never let me take off, I walked into a jewelry processing store. "Please melt this ring down for me, thanks." The clerk looked at the ring in surprise, then at me in astonishment, asking hesitantly: "Are you... Sarah Sterling?" Another clerk rolled her eyes at her, disagreeing: "Please, just because this silver ring happens to have LF and SS engraved on it? Mr. Foster loves Mrs. Foster so much, how could she possibly melt the ring?" Listening to their conversation, I mocked myself with a smile, paid, and left silently. I walked aimlessly and suddenly saw Liam's car by the roadside. The car was parked there quietly, as if waiting for something. Standing in the cold wind, looking at the car, I had mixed feelings. My steps involuntarily slowed down, a complex emotion rising in my heart. I hated myself for still having expectations. What was I expecting? Expecting that he parked here waiting for me? I didn't know whether to face him or continue to escape. Taking a deep breath, I slowly walked towards the car, every step feeling like I was stepping on my own heart. He suddenly got out of the car and quickly walked to open the passenger door. A young girl, gently stroking her belly, was carefully helped out by him. 2 The girl kissed his cheek coquettishly, lifting her left hand to admire it back and forth. I saw a silver ring on the ring finger of her left hand. "Liam, the ring you made yourself is so beautiful. If the baby knows his daddy loves mommy so much, he'll look forward to coming into this world too." Liam lovingly took off his coat and draped it over her, then bent down to stroke the girl's bulging belly gently. "Daddy is also looking forward to him coming to me soon." Watching this scene, I smiled, but as I smiled, tears flowed down. For seven years of loving each other, Liam kept a distance of three meters from any woman other than me. For a time, people thought he had a phobia of women. He didn't care, only saying this was the sense of propriety a married man should keep towards the opposite sex. Later, he even bought a book called "The Standard of Male Virtue" and studied it every day. I laughed at him for being childish, but he only said he wanted to give me a full sense of security. He said his love was only for me. But now, he shared a portion of his love with the woman pregnant with his child. I watched quietly until Liam felt my burning gaze, and our eyes met. He instantly straightened up, the girl in his arms suddenly becoming a hot potato. Liam let go of the hand around the woman's waist and ran straight to me. He nervously cupped my face with both hands, then held my hands, his face full of heartache. "Sarah, why are you so cold? Why are you crying? Don't scare me." The concern in his eyes was absolutely genuine, making my heart soften for a moment. But the girl with the huge pregnant belly behind him was constantly reminding me that his concern was just a joke. The girl was fearless, holding her belly with one hand and stroking it gently with the other, raising her head proudly and staring straight at me. I threw off Liam's hands, took two steps back, and asked him weakly, as if using my last breath: "Who is she? Is the child in her belly... yours?" In this moment, I bet our seven years together and all my courage on this thin line. A desperate gamble. As long as he denied it, as long as he said himself that the child wasn't his, I would be willing to believe him, willing to forget all this pain and betrayal. However, the girl's low, clear sobbing from not far away, like fate's mockery, shattered my last fantasy. A flash of guilt passed through Liam's eyes. He closed his eyes painfully, and after opening them again, he pursed his lips and said the destructive words: "It's mine." I lost all strength instantly and fell heavily to the ground. Supporting myself, I scraped the skin off my palms. Liam hurriedly knelt in front of me, his eyes full of heartache and anxiety: "Sarah, you can hit me or scold me, but don't hurt yourself like this." His voice was almost pleading. He held my hands, wiping the wounds for me. Suddenly, he paused, his voice losing composure: "Sarah, where is your wedding ring?" I pulled my hand back, smiled mockingly, and signaled with my eyes, "Isn't it on her hand? One ring of the same kind is enough." Hearing this, his eyes panicked, his mouth opened and closed several times, but he couldn't say anything. Suddenly, he raised his hand and slapped himself hard twice. The force was so great that red swollen palm prints immediately appeared on his cheeks. At this moment, the girl quickly stepped forward, shielding Liam behind her. Although her voice trembled, it carried a firmness. "Ms. Sterling, I am Chloe, Liam and I are both victims, please don't blame him!" There were tears in her eyes, yet she still tried to protect Liam. Liam's face sank, his voice hard and cold as ice. "Sarah is my wife, you should call her Mrs. Foster!" His words revealed unquestionable authority. Chloe shrank slightly and spoke firmly: "Mrs. Foster, believe me, I'm only 23. If it weren't for Liam's mother... I wouldn't have kept this child at all!" As soon as her words fell, Liam's unfocused eyes suddenly looked at her, subconsciously blurting out: "No!" In this moment, I understood that between us, there was no future anymore. 3 I didn't question him further, just letting Liam drive me home. In the car, he explained the ins and outs of that accident to me: Nine months ago, he was on a business trip and was drugged by a competitor, mistakenly entering Chloe's room. After that accident, he gave her a sum of compensation and told her to disappear from Bay City. But he didn't expect her to get pregnant. And when my mother-in-law found out, she brought her back from abroad and was determined to keep the child. I knew deeply my mother-in-law's obsession with children. Seven years ago, Liam and I were on a cruise for our honeymoon, but the ship hit an iceberg and lost buoyancy instantly. While falling into the sea, Liam's leg was broken by a falling heavy object to protect me. He used his last strength to throw the lifebuoy to me, urging me to escape first. But how could I bear to abandon him? I chose to stay. Holding him up, preventing him from sinking into the sea. When the rescue team finally arrived, I had been soaked in the biting cold seawater for a day and a night. Liam recovered soon after, but I lost our child in that accident, and the road to fertility became extremely difficult from then on. Since then, Liam's feelings for me deepened. He said we shared life and death, swearing no matter what happened, he would never separate from me. However, my mother-in-law was extremely dissatisfied with me being unable to bear children. Now, facing this sudden grandson, it's not hard to imagine how she would defend him with all her might. In the car, Liam held my hand guiltily, his voice low: "Sarah, this really was an accident..." I looked straight into his eyes, suppressing the bitterness, and asked him: "The child or me, who do you choose?" He fell into silence. But I got the answer. Pulling back the hand he held tightly, I turned to look at the bustling night view outside the window. My relationship with Liam was the same. Prosperous for seven years, it was finally coming to an end. After arriving home, Liam gently pulled me. He found the first aid kit and wanted to apply medicine to my palms: "Promise me, don't hurt yourself in the future, it hurts me to death." I didn't respond to him, just pulled my hand back, went to the room, and locked the door. Soon, a gentle knock sounded. Liam's coaxing voice came from outside: "Sarah, please say something to me, okay? I'm very worried about you." I covered my head directly with the quilt to sleep. Waking up the next day, I wore all black, looking at the photo of me and my parents on the bedside table, my eyes wet. Five years ago, they died in a car accident, and today was the anniversary of their death. I still remember that day, watching them being covered with white cloth, crying silently. It was Liam who held me, comforting: "Sarah, don't be afraid, you still have me." It was also him who knelt before my parents' graves and promised, He would love me for a lifetime, and he would accompany me to pay respects every year, letting them see how well I was taken care of by him. The door suddenly opened, and Liam walked in looking haggard, eyes bloodshot. "You have the key, why didn't you come in last night?" I asked coldly. He squatted down to help me put on slippers, "Consider it my punishment. I'm healthy, not sleeping for a night doesn't matter. If I came in, you wouldn't sleep well. Put on slippers, don't catch a cold." My nose soured, and I blurted out: "Do you remember what day it is today?" Liam looked at me seriously, "Of course, the anniversary of Mom and Dad's death, how could I forget." He got up and actively prepared things for the offering. Suddenly he glanced at a message on my phone placed on the table. Seeing the content, he paused abruptly, picked up the phone and asked me: "You booked a flight ticket?" My expression didn't change, calmly explaining: "I originally wanted to travel with you, but felt the time wasn't right, so I canceled it." He opened his mouth to ask more, but his phone rang. "Liam! I fell and my stomach hurts so much! Seems like I'm bleeding! What should I do!" Liam became visibly nervous, completely forgetting about the ticket. He held my hand, pleading in his eyes. "Sarah, I'll just go take a look, I swear I'll come back!" He turned and ran into the car, stepped on the gas, and disappeared around the corner. Tears dripped onto the ground. I raised my hand to wipe them away, but found I couldn't finish wiping them. I went to the cemetery alone, waited until dark, and talked to my parents all day. Returning home, I started packing my luggage. Liam didn't rush back until midnight. He hugged me tightly, constantly saying sorry. I let him hug me, speechless. This night, our world seemed to be split in half. His embrace was warm and familiar, but my heart felt an unprecedented distance. 4 The next morning, Liam was gone from the bedside. Only a note he left: [Urgent matter at the company, I went first. Made breakfast for you, remember to eat.] He didn't know, this morning, at the crack of dawn, I heard the call Chloe made to him. It was Chloe who called him away. Looking at the breakfast on the table, I suddenly felt nauseous. A thought rose in my heart, and I took a taxi to the hospital. Looking at the pregnancy test report, I laughed until I cried. The doctor looked at me with sympathy and asked softly: "Are you a single mother? Do you want to keep the child? With your constitution, if you abort this child, you won't be able to conceive again." Leaving the hospital, I took a taxi to the villa worth a hundred million that Liam gave me. Looking at the two words "Sarah's Garden" carved on the big rock in front of the villa, And the line of words written by Liam himself below: [Holding Sarah's hand, destined for a hundred years of harmony.] I only felt irony. This was given to me by Liam, our exclusive "love nest". Except for servants, no other woman was ever allowed to enter. But at this moment, I saw Chloe appearing in front of the villa. She looked at me proudly and provoked: "The legendary Sarah's Garden is nothing special, I got in easily anyway." "Heard this is your love nest? But Mrs. Foster said this place is best for nurturing the baby, so Liam let me move in. You're not angry, right?" "Afraid I'd bump or hurt myself, Liam changed all the furniture. It's all my favorite style~" I looked around this villa that was unrecognizable, the bitterness surging in my heart almost suffocating me. Memories flooded back like a tide, clearly emerging before my eyes. On our third wedding anniversary, Liam knelt on one knee and handed the key to this villa to me. "Sarah, I won't let anyone step in here. This place has the mark of our love, it's a world exclusively for the two of us." This place was once the sanctuary of our love, but now he personally gave it to another woman. I felt all my strength drained, almost unable to stand. Chloe stared at me with jealousy and hatred. And I could only lean weakly against the door, my heart filled with endless sorrow and despair. This place once full of love has now become the witness of my heartbreak. "So how long are you going to occupy the position of Mrs. Foster? Can't you see Liam's preference and bias for me and the child?" Chloe's words were full of provocation. Occupy? I smiled bitterly, a sense of powerlessness rising in my heart. Suddenly, my gaze fell on a corner of the empty living room, where my parents' memorial photos were originally placed, but now they were gone. "Where are my parents' photos?!" My volume suddenly increased, voice trembling, eyes full of disbelief. "Such unlucky things were of course thrown away by Liam~" Chloe smiled faintly, speaking contemptuously, as if discussing something trivial. I glared at her, and she reluctantly took out the photos. Then, right in front of me, the corners of her mouth raised in a smile, and she lit the photos with a lighter. I pounced violently trying to extinguish the fire. Chloe took the opportunity to fall to the ground, then cried out in pain. I couldn't hear her screams clearly, only focused on putting out the fire. But Liam's incredulous roar suddenly sounded in my ear: "Sarah, why did you push her?!" Ignoring the fire burning my hands, I extinguished it. Looking up, I found Liam didn't look at me once, instead panicking to pick up Chloe and leave. Looking at my hands red and blistered from the burns, I felt this seven-year marriage was really just a joke. After rinsing the burns with cold water, I started cleaning up the mess here. My mother-in-law suddenly appeared and slapped me hard. "You hen that can't lay eggs, a jinx! If anything happens to my grandson, I won't let you off!" Liam, who returned, hurried over to stop her. He finally ran to me, grabbed my hands, and applied ointment painfully. Seeing his mother still wanting to make a scene, Liam said: "She's giving birth over there." His mother left immediately. After she left, Liam carefully observed my expression, finally choosing his words carefully: "Sarah, Chloe is young, she made you unhappy, but you shouldn't have pushed her." "I pushed her?" My voice was full of disbelief. "It's okay, it's okay, I apologized to her for you, she won't blame you." One sentence convicted me. Fatigue and powerlessness hit me, I didn't want to explain anymore. Liam had already chosen to believe Chloe between us. Seven years of marriage couldn't compare to a new love known for less than a year. Watching Liam carefully blowing on my wound but obviously distracted, thinking of the fleeting smile in his eyes when he said she was giving birth just now. I touched my belly. He made the decision about the child for me.
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