Chapter 4

"My child doesn't need a father like you. If you want a divorce, let's divorce. See you in court!"

I just found it laughable. She thought I'd been in the dark all along, knowing nothing.

I said nothing, arranged company matters, and threw myself into preparing for court.

After today's media hype, our situation fermented even more online.

I became a heartless scoundrel everyone wanted to attack, while Lester established herself as a fragile victim.

Some said I abandoned my pregnant wife for a mistress, even forcing my wife to have multiple abortions.

That I'd drained our family assets to keep a mistress, that I found my pregnant wife ugly, and so on.

Some said the car accident had scrambled my brain, making me mentally unstable.

Online rumors and abuse about me were overwhelming. Even my parents wanted to disown me.

"You've gone too far. From today on, I'll pretend I never gave birth to a bastard like you!"

"Look at all the dirty things you've done. I'm too ashamed to call you my son!"

Faced with all this, I chose silence, only reappearing at the courthouse three days later.

On the day of the hearing, friends and family all came, along with many netizens.

These people all waited to see me humiliated, to see me face legal consequences.

Lester grabbed me in the gallery, saying quietly: "Are you sure you want to take it this far?"

"For the sake of our years together, I'll give you one more chance. As long as you apologize, I'll pretend nothing happened."

"You have no chance of winning. The whole country knows what you've done to me. How do you still have the face to live?"

Steve gave me a mocking smile. Even my parents wished I'd go to jail, finding me an embarrassment.

But I remained unmoved, waiting for the judge to declare the session open.

Lester had hired Brooklyn's most famous lawyer, determined to win this case.

The lawyer listed my numerous faults in the marriage, attempting to have me declared at fault and stripped of assets.

"Simply helping the neighbor take care of a child at night isn't enough to constitute fault on the woman's part."

"Given the current situation, you are the party most at fault in this marriage."

"If you cannot provide new evidence, this court will rule on the divorce and determine you as the party at fault."

The courtroom erupted in cheers. Lester and Steve hugged each other tightly in excitement.

Everyone cursed that I deserved it, already celebrating victory in advance.

But I calmly indicated: "I have new evidence—surveillance footage from our neighbor Steve's home."

"And a DNA paternity test report for the fetus in Lester's womb."

In an instant, the courtroom fell deathly silent. Everyone's expressions became grave.

Lester's face turned ugly. I knew the real show was just beginning.