Chapter 2

I was working on the divorce agreement on my laptop when Julian came home with a bouquet of roses.

Julian brought me a gift every day when he came home.

Sometimes it was cake, sometimes blind boxes, sometimes jewelry.

Roses were the gift he brought most often.

He skillfully replaced the withered roses in the vase with fresh ones, his tone gentle. "Tomorrow's my day off. I'll go with you to the hospital for the abortion."

Such a gentle tone, yet speaking such cold words.

In the past, I would have cried and fought with him.

But I didn't love him anymore.

I showed him my laptop. "See if there's anything that needs adjusting in the agreement. If not, I'll go print it out."

Julian held the withered roses, a smile playing at his lips. "Still throwing a tantrum with me?"

He sighed and stroked my long hair with practiced ease. "Lila, I'm very tired. Stop fighting with me, okay?"

Three consecutive days of seven times a night---any man would be exhausted.

I stubbornly moved the laptop toward him and looked at him seriously. "Julian, I'm serious about this."

Julian seemed utterly exhausted. Without even looking, he pushed the laptop back toward me, walked past me, and lay down on the sofa. "Lila, make that herbal soup from the fridge for me."

Since I stopped loving him, I could prepare meals for him without batting an eye.

I was even more worried than his mistresses about him not performing well.

If he couldn't perform, I'd have to go buy quality sperm.

But with purchased sperm, I couldn't see what the donor looked like.

I wanted a smart, beautiful baby.

So I endured the mockery from his friends and cooked meals and made soups for him every time.

But now, I already had what I wanted in my belly. I didn't need to play the role of the numb, considerate wife anymore.

"If you think there are no problems, I'll go downstairs to print it."

Julian's closed eyes suddenly opened, revealing complex emotions. "You want to divorce me that badly?"

I nodded without hesitation.

Honestly, Julian was disgusting. After all, he'd slept with so many women.

No normal woman could tolerate him.

If it weren't for my obsession with having a child, I wouldn't have put up with this until now.

Julian sat up from the sofa and beckoned me over. "Bring it here. Let me see."

After I handed it to him, he barely glanced at it. "Go print it then."

Without a moment's hesitation, I transferred the file to my phone and immediately put on my coat to go downstairs.

As I closed the door, Julian leaned back on the sofa and smiled at me, though the smile didn't reach his eyes.

When I returned from the print shop, I saw Julian and a woman playing around in the kitchen.

"You're mean! I'm in so much pain."

The woman pouted and reached to pinch Julian's face.

Not only was the man not angry, he leaned down, grabbed her waist, and kissed her.

What a scene of passionate affection---just like an idol drama.

Unfortunately, the scene was interrupted by the sound of me opening the door.

Julian's hand on Summer's waist suddenly dropped, though his expression remained gentle. "You're back."

Summer acted as if she didn't see me, grabbing the fabric on his chest and mumbling something about not having kissed enough.

Julian glanced at me. "Summer's been spoiled by me. Don't be angry."

In the three years of our marriage, Summer was the one who had stayed with him the longest and whom he doted on the most.

I nodded and walked over with the divorce agreement. "I already signed at the print shop. Once you sign, we can go on Monday."

Watching Summer acting coquettish in his arms, I considerately added another line.

"I can move out today to make room for you two."

Summer's eyes immediately lit up. "Can I move in tonight then?"

Julian tapped her on the head. "Why don't you say hello to Lila?"