Chapter 2

Peach tried to rush at me, but Danny held her back.

Danny said, "Tyler, if you're upset because Winter fed my son, I'll have Peach take him home. We were already considering formula anyway."

"You and Winter can work things out, okay?"

The people around nodded. "Now that's reasonable!"

"If she uses formula, then Winter will have plenty left. Don't get divorced."

"She helped you when your company was struggling. Where will you find such a good wife?"

Everyone tried to mediate.

But I looked at Winter darkly. "No. I want a divorce."

Hearing this, everyone got angry.

Winter wiped away tears. "He said she won't feed his son anymore. Can't you forgive me?"

She walked up and whispered, "To make it up to you, I'll express all my extra milk for you from now on, okay?"

I felt disgusted and pushed her away. "Can you stop pretending?"

Winter knelt down with our daughter. "Honey, helping my friend isn't a crime. I'll change. Can't you forgive me just this once?"

"No!"

Winter sobbed. "Please forgive me!"

"Winter, this man is petty and doesn't care about you. Don't waste your time on him!" Seeing I wouldn't budge, the crowd was furious.

At that moment, my father pushed through and looked at me. "Tyler, Winter has sacrificed so much for this family. When your company was struggling, when your mother was in the hospital, it was Winter who helped."

"She's been so good to us. If you dare divorce her, I won't acknowledge you as my son!"

"Dad, stay out of this." I smiled at him, then looked at Winter. "I'll give you a chance. Tell me the real reason."

Panic flashed in Winter's eyes but disappeared quickly. "I already told you—because I have extra milk. If you don't like it, I won't do it anymore."

My father glared. "Winter is understanding. Where will you find such a good wife?"

I shook my head. "Dad, I'm getting divorced no matter what."

"You bastard!" My father slapped me across the face.

Half my face swelled up red.

"Beat him!"

"That kind of jerk deserves it!" The crowd cheered.

"Tyler, are you okay?" Winter tenderly brought over medicine.

"Such a good wife, yet he doesn't know how to treasure her," someone sighed.

I pushed Winter away. "Stop pretending!"

Winter looked aggrieved. "Please, I really don't want a divorce. Our daughter needs a father."

"Begging won't help." I walked toward the door.

"You really want a divorce? Then I don't have a son like you!" my father called out grimly.

My heart ached. At my age, I was still making him worry! But this was my marriage—I had to handle it myself!

"Winter, I'll have someone deliver the divorce papers to you." I didn't stop walking.

Behind me came Winter's heart-wrenching sobs.