Chapter 4

It wasn't until he slowly calmed down that I spoke.

"Zachary, I'm not joking. Let's get a divorce.

"I didn't marry you out of gratitude for your parents. I married you because I loved you."

He seemed momentarily stunned.

Then, his tone dropped without him realizing it.

"Okay, don't be mad. It's just a kid. I won't deal with them anymore.

"I'm back now. I'll treat you and Lucas well."

But when I heard his words, I only became more certain that divorce was the right choice.

He could give Madeline a child out of gratitude yet casually say he wouldn't deal with them in the future.

He knew full well that Madeline had ulterior motives, but he still basked in her admiration, enjoying the ambiguous relationship and not wanting to leave it.

A man like Zachary... in the end, he only loved himself.

It was so pathetic.

I got out of bed, pulling the blanket off. I wasn't going to argue with him anymore.

I simply repeated for the third time, "Zachary, let's get a divorce."

Soon, Madeline arrived.

She mocked me, "You always talk about being a good wife and mother, but now that your husband's back, you're not taking care of him. Instead, you're causing all this trouble at home.

"Really, I don't know what Zachary sees in you.

"You're such a waste."

I didn't respond.

I took a few steps forward and slapped her across the face.

I put all my strength into it, and her fair face quickly became marked with five clear red handprints.

She covered her face and cried as she threw herself into Zachary's arms.

I coldly watched them, feeling a strange sense of satisfaction in my heart.

Madeline sobbed, "How could you hit her? Don't you know you should use words, not fists?"

I replied with an emotionless expression, "Oh? What kind of words? Words in bed?

"Madeline, don't think just because you went abroad early, no one will find out about everything! Do you remember Lily Bennett?"

The moment she heard that name, Madeline's face turned pale.