Chapter 4

"Adrian, since you think I'm so childish, let's get divorced!"

"What did you say?" His tone was incredulous with a hint of mockery.

"Sign the papers. Divorce. Isn't Jessica pregnant with your child? She can legitimately become a mother!" I pulled out the divorce agreement I'd written in the hospital.

"Clara, stop making a scene. How could Jessica be pregnant with my child!"

Seeing my unwavering stance, he actually laughed. "Clara, you really want a divorce? Have you forgotten what your father told you?"

He actually had the nerve to bring up my father!

If Dad hadn't been targeted by loan sharks back then, there's no way Adrian would have gotten that funding from my father.

There's no way Adrian could have made a comeback and achieved his business success today.

Back then, with his status, he never could have married me.

It was Dad who asked Adrian to take me away from Harbor City, saying not to come back unless there was an emergency.

So for these five years, no matter what trouble I encountered, I never went back.

I obediently stayed by Adrian's side, playing the role of his good wife.

He knew this, which is why he was so unrestrained with me.

Seeing no reaction from me, Adrian perked up. "Besides, even if you don't think about yourself, you have to think about the baby in your belly. Following you around from place to place—would that be a good life?"

Finally, he tore up my divorce agreement piece by piece.

"So forget about divorce. Just be Mrs. Adrian and live carefree. Isn't that nice?"

"Fine!" I looked at Jessica without emotion. Her face looked terrible.

She threw another tantrum for Adrian to comfort.

I silently picked up those paper scraps and threw them in the trash.

I knew Adrian too well. He would never sign this divorce agreement.

So I stopped trying to get Adrian to agree to divorce.

He thought I'd given up and let his guard down.

While he was away on business, I hesitated for a long time before finally calling Dad.

"Dad, your daughter's in trouble. She really wants to come home."

In that instant, emotions I'd suppressed for so long finally poured out.

I didn't tell him what happened. He just said with infinite regret that he'd pick me up at the airport.

I took one last look at this city I'd lived in for five years and entered the boarding gate.