Chapter 2

I threw myself into work.

Although it was his company, I benefited too.

Every bit I earned meant more money I could spend.

More security for my two children.

Seeing I wasn't responding, my husband pulled over a chair and sat beside me:

"I'm sorry. It was my fault."

"I never thought she'd come straight to you. I told her not to do that."

"But she insisted on finding you, using her pregnancy as leverage, demanding I divorce you."

I paused.

Turned my head to look at him: "So do you want to?"

My husband shook his head without hesitation: "No."

"I really love you. With her, it was just a moment of impulse."

I smiled slightly: "Then just handle it yourself."

His expression was extremely anxious.

"You're... not angry?"

Before I could answer, he quickly added: "I know you must be furious."

"It's my fault. I'm sorry. What do you want? A house, a car, a house for your parents, or company shares—anything, as long as you want it."

Looking at his guilty expression, I said:

"I'll take the shares."

"Not for me—for our two kids. To give them security."

My husband's face filled with even more guilt. He held my hand and cried for a long time.

I honestly didn't understand.

He was the one who cheated. What was he crying about?

My husband owned eighty percent of the company shares.

Because he'd built this company from the ground up.

Later, when the company needed to go public, he was forced to distribute some shares.

He was smart, with keen instincts.

Whatever he did, he made money.

That's what I valued about him—even if he went bankrupt, he had the ability to rise again.

He transferred twenty percent of the shares to me.

Gave each of our children ten percent, and promised: "There will never be a second time."

"I know you're worried about the kids' inheritance rights. I've already had my lawyer draft a will. In the future, our children will inherit the majority of my assets. Her child... will inherit a smaller portion. Is that acceptable?"

My husband asked me cautiously.

I honestly couldn't understand what he felt guilty about.

Guilty, yet still doing the things that betrayed me.

Better not to feel guilty at all—just be brazen about it.

After all, it was his money.

He could give it to whoever he wanted.

Did he really think that if I told him not to give shares to the mistress's child, he wouldn't do it?

I went along with his performance: "Okay, whatever you say."

This compliance made him much more comfortable.

His facial expression visibly relaxed.

I thought for a moment and said: "Just don't let it affect the company."

That night, the mistress sent me a text message, taunting:

[Don't think Ethan isn't divorcing you because he loves you. It's just because a divorce would hurt the company!]

[Eventually, he'll definitely divorce you! Even if he doesn't, my child will still have inheritance rights!]

I deleted the message again.

Pretended I hadn't seen it.

Because her child would never have inheritance rights.