My favorite singer was going to hold a concert, and I planned to go with my husband, Charles Hansen.

He complained that I was too childish and said he had no time to accompany me to such a boring event.

I went to the concert alone, but during the fan interaction segment, I saw Charles and his dream girl, Camilla Irving, on the big screen.

After the concert, I sought him out to ask what was going on, but Camilla took advantage of the chaos and pushed me down hard.

I was in so much pain that I couldn't get up, but he thought I was just acting and went after Camilla instead.

Later, I was taken to the hospital by a good Samaritan, and I lost the two-month pregnancy.

That evening, I saw a tweet from Camilla.

[Having someone accompany me to a concert is such a joyful thing.]

The accompanying photo showed her holding the singer's autograph and a close-up picture with Charles.

This time, I didn't cry or make a scene. Instead, I casually liked the tweet.

***

I stayed in the hospital for three days, and Charles didn't even call once.

After being discharged, I dragged my weak body home alone.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw Charles and Camilla sitting intimately on the sofa, laughing and chatting.

Upon seeing me, Charles' smile faded, replaced by impatience and disgust.

"Where have you been? Camilla came to visit, so go make dinner.

"You didn't clean the house or make the bed. Am I married to a useless person?"

I replied calmly, "I was in the hospital."

He paused for a moment, then grew even more impatient.

"You just had a stomachache. There was no need to be hospitalized. You are too dramatic. Such a waste of money."

I glanced at the gloating Camilla and coldly said, "So, taking her to the concert wasn't a waste of money?"

Camilla feigned understanding. "Elena, blame me if you want. I asked Charley to accompany me to the concert."

Charles immediately shielded Camilla with his arm and scolded, "You better not talk like that. Camilla is different from you. She has been working hard here all alone without any friends. I was just accompanying her to a concert. why are you so angry?"

Charles probably forgot that I had also given up everything for him, staying all alone in this city.

I momentarily lost focus, and the examination report and medical case slipped from my hands.

Camilla quickly grabbed it.

After looking it over, she exclaimed, "Oh my? Elena, you had a miscarriage?"

Charles appeared shaken for a moment, but Camilla continued, "I only lightly pushed you that day. You wouldn't have deliberately forged a fake medical report to frame me, would you?"

She turned to look at Charles, her face innocent, "Charley, I remember you said Elena has a difficult conception constitution. You've been married for three years, and she hasn't gotten pregnant. Isn't it too coincidental?"

Charles believed Camilla's words and glared at me.

"Elena, even if you're jealous, you should have a bottom line. How could you resort to framing Camilla like this? It's disgusting.

"You should reflect on yourself at home."

Saying this, he wrapped his arms around Camilla's slender waist and spoke softly, "Come on, I'll take you out for a nice meal."

Then, I saw the tweet that Camilla posted. Charles took her to the most upscale restaurant in the city and even ordered a bottle of red wine worth over ten thousand.

Charles' so-called waste of money was only aimed at me.

I should have felt disappointed and heartbroken, but I didn't.

After lying in the hospital for three days, all I wanted was to take a shower, change into clean clothes, and sleep well.

Charles didn't return until one in the morning.

He deliberately made a lot of noise, but I ignored him.

Finally, he slammed the door and went to the study.

This was a precursor to his silent treatment.

In the past, after every argument, no matter who was right or wrong, I was always the one to back down first.

I believed that couples shouldn't hold grudges, and love shouldn't be worn down.

It took me four years in college to successfully win over Charles, and I cherished our marriage.

At first, he was very gentle with me, holding me in his palm and showering me with love.

After a year of marriage, I was diagnosed with endometriosis, making it difficult to conceive.

I spent my days in tears, but Charles comforted me, saying, "Don't worry. Medical science is advanced now. Besides, I want to enjoy a few more years in our world together.

"Even if we can't have children, I will love you for the rest of my life."

At that time, I was so moved that I hugged him tightly, believing that all my years of effort were worth it.

But everything changed a year ago when his former lover Camilla came to Oceanos to seek him out.

Charles' tenderness, attentiveness, thoughtfulness, and indulgence were all directed at another woman.

He left me, who was celebrating my birthday, just to help Camilla change a light bulb in her bathroom.

He forgot our wedding anniversary but took Camilla to Disneyland.

During a movie, he abandoned me without hesitation when Camilla texted him, saying she was bored.

When I expressed my dissatisfaction to him, he said, "It's not easy for Camilla to live alone. Don't be so calculating."

As he wished, I would no longer let him see my sadness.

That night, I had a dream.

A child with angel wings circled around me several times.

But I couldn't hold onto him.

With a face full of sorrow, he looked at me with tears in his eyes and slowly flew further away.

I woke up crying.

In the dark, I placed my hands on my flat abdomen, unable to stop the tears.

The baby I had longed for was gone.

The next morning, I walked out of my room with swollen red eyes and happened to run into Charles coming out of the study.

He glanced at me and mocked, "You cried? Now that you know you were wrong, you should apologize to me.

"You're jealous and resentful all day. Who can stand that?

"If you want to play the pity card to gain my attention, remember I'm not that easy to fool."

His self-righteous rambling annoyed me, so I ignored him and headed straight to the bathroom to wash up.

My indifference infuriated him. Standing at the bathroom door, he commented, "I gave you a way out, so you should comply. Don't be unreasonable. If you want me to forgive you, then go make me breakfast now."

I replied coldly, "Make it yourself."

Charles completely lost his temper. "I must have spoiled you too much. If you keep this up, let's get a divorce."

I had just finished washing my face and hung the towel up.

I glanced at him and said calmly, "Okay."

Charles paused for a few seconds, seeming to grasp the meaning behind my words.

When he realized what I was implying, he exploded with rage.

"Elena, don't think I'm just saying this. Without me, where else would tolerate you? Who else would want you?"

I took a document from the desk in the bedroom and handed it to him.

He angrily sat down on the sofa, crossing his arms. "You want to apologize? It's too late."

I tossed the document in front of him. "Sign it."

He shot a glance at it, his face turning pale.

It was the divorce agreement.