Chapter 1

My wife and her young lover had too much fun at the hotel and accidentally lost our child.

Afterward, she claimed to have been bewitched and begged for my forgiveness.

I suppressed my hatred, pretended to agree, and secretly devised a plan for revenge.

Not long after, my wife smiled at me and said, "Honey, I'm pregnant again! Aren't you happy?"

I nodded, forcing a smile that felt more like a grimace, my body trembling uncontrollably.

Because, unbeknownst to her, I had quietly undergone a vasectomy right after she had the miscarriage.

“David, say something!”

My wife, Samantha Williams, sat beside me, shaking my shoulder vigorously.

I stared blankly at the report on the table.

It showed that she was indeed pregnant.

“Honey, I couldn’t keep our last child, and I feel so guilty. But look, the heavens have blessed us with another chance…”

She sweetly wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed my cheek.

“Let’s cherish this life together from now on.”

When I didn’t respond, she placed my hand on her slightly rounded belly.

“Feel it? It’s our baby.”

Samantha's words echoed in my ears, but all I could hear was a deafening roar.

My temples throbbed, anger surging through me—I wanted nothing more than to throw her out of the house right then and there.

Because, even before she lost the baby, I had already taken the step to prevent her from bearing another man’s child and forcing me into the role of a father.

I knew that cheating happens either once or infinitely.

Sure enough, my intuition was spot on.

I didn’t plan to confront Samantha; instead, I aimed to find that young lover and make them both pay.

I drifted back to that fateful day.

I had just finished work when I received a call from the hospital.

Rushing to the hospital, I found Samantha crying out in pain.

She lay on the bed, looking utterly drained.

The nurse stifled a laugh, while my friends nearby teased me.

“David, have you been that wild? That young lover must have really done a number on her!”

My temper flared, and I felt my face flush with humiliation.

Just as I was about to leave, Samantha grabbed my hand, weakly apologizing and confessing.

“Honey, it was the other person who seduced me. I was just momentarily lost and made a terrible mistake.”

“Please, forgive me. I promise we can have more children.”

Hearing her words felt like a deep insult.

No man wants to wear a metaphorical green hat and continue living in such a farce.

I had always treated her well, coming from a poor background; I did everything I could to help her.

During holidays, I showered her with precious gifts just to see her smile.

Even in arguments, I was the one who would back down and apologize.

Everyone said I was her lapdog, humbled to the core.

But I didn’t care; I just wanted to build a life together with her.

I never expected her to betray me like this.

After much thought, I made my decision.

I wanted a divorce and for her to leave with nothing, facing the consequences of her actions.

At the same time, I wanted to find that young lover and ruin him.

To avoid exposing my plan, I pretended to forgive Samantha.

From that day forward, she changed her attitude and was exceptionally nice to me. She even insisted on doing my laundry.