Chapter 6

My dad sneered, "Her health was poor during pregnancy; she needed rest, which is why she stopped working."

"Not only were you not grateful, but you also resented her for not being independent?"

"Let me tell you, our family's money will all be left to my daughter. She could not work her entire life, and I could still support her."

"Whether she's independent or not is her own business; it's not for you to decide!"

"Didn't you always say you wanted to be independent? Fine, then you be independent first!"

“You call yourself self-made? Every ounce of success you have came from my family's money. How dare you stand there and lecture me about independence?”

"The funding stops now."

"You didn't pay a single cent for this house. Now you, your freeloading sister and your precious little housekeeper, all of you get out!"

As soon as his words fell, Brandon dropped to his knees in front of me, clutching my legs.

Tears streaming down his face.

"I was wrong... Wife, I was truly wrong...I was confused, I was just anxious and made such a terrible mistake. Please, for the sake of how good I used to be to you, please forgive me."

Brandon wasn't wrong, he really was good to me in the past.

Back then, he would pick me up and drop me off every day, worried it wasn't safe for me to go home too late.

Whenever we argued, he was always the first to back down and console me.

On his birthday, he even made a wish, saying he would make me happy for his entire life.

It was precisely because his love gave me such confidence that I plunged into it without hesitation, disregarding his family background and marrying him despite his humble origins.

But then I thought of my past life, falling headfirst into a pool of blood, a searing pain in my belly, amniotic fluid gushing everywhere.

I struggled to get up and call for help, only to bump into Brandon and a flashily dressed Bethany, coming to the hotel for dinner.

I cried out to Brandon, "Brandon, save me, the baby's coming."

Brandon frowned, his face filled with disgust, and said.

"Who's this dirty beggar? She peed all over the floor, how disgusting. Security, get her out of here!"

They left me behind without a second glance.

Bethany, still clinging to him, simpered, "You didn't give Seraphina a single cent, and you just kicked her out. Aren't you worried?"

Brandon sneered.

"Worried about her? She's got a princess complex. If it weren't for her rich family helping my business, I wouldn't have stooped so low to woo her for so long.

Now that she's married to me, I need to teach her some manners, let her suffer a bit. That way, when I finally take her back, she'll be obedient."

Now, seeing Brandon's expression of feigned regret, I knew it was all an act.

If I forgave him this time, he would just find other ways to torment me.

I looked at him coldly, without a trace of hesitation in my heart.

He knelt on the floor, tears streaming down his face, clutching my hand.

"Sera, believe me, I really didn't mean it, I just wanted you to be better."

Seeing that I remained silent, my dad nodded and said.

"Get them out of here."

The bodyguards immediately stepped forward.

Brandon panicked, desperately clutching my leg, his voice trembling.

"Sera! Don't make me leave, I really made a mistake, I'll change, okay?!"

I spoke up, "Wait a moment."

He immediately looked up, hope rekindling in his eyes.

"Sera, I knew you still cared about me."

Just as his words fell, I raised my hand and slapped him hard across the face.

Smack-the sound was crisp and loud.

I used all my strength.

Brandon froze, looking at me in shock.

I pointed at him and said.

"Delete everything you posted on that local social media platform immediately, and come with me to the divorce registry now!”

“Otherwise, I'll have my parents completely destroy your company!"

Brandon stared at me, his lips trembling. "Sera, don't do this, we still have a child..."

I interrupted him coldly. "The child is mine. From now on, they have nothing to do with you."

My dad snorted. "What are you waiting for? Do as my daughter says!"

Brandon had no choice but to follow me to get the divorce.

Before leaving, he looked at me with a pained expression and said.

"I know I made a mistake, and I will use time to prove that I've learned from it.”

“I hope you'll give me another chance to pursue you again."

“I looked at him, said nothing, and just turned to leave.”

He truly seemed to have turned over a new leaf, realizing his problems, and even dragged Chloe to apologize to me.

He also continuously sent many expensive gifts and flowers.

But I had them all sent back; the flowers went straight into the trash.

Brandon then constantly posted public declarations of love for me on the local social media platform, saying that he was too chauvinistic, hurting his wife, and that he wanted to win her back.

But I couldn't be bothered with him.