Bella was Logan's college classmate and had always been his unattainable ideal.

After graduation, Bella moved abroad and only returned last month with her son after her divorce.

With no family or friends here, Logan eagerly helped her find a place to live and introduced her to a job.

Logan often mentioned how hard it was for Bella to raise a child on her own.

Although it made me a bit uneasy to see him so invested in another woman's life, as a mother, I could empathize with Bella's struggles.

However, today was the final straw. Logan lied about an emergency at work just to spend Children's Day with Bella's son, leaving Mia alone at the library. I was furious and deeply disappointed.

By the time Logan came home, Mia was already asleep.

He handed me a lollipop, claiming it was an apology gift for Mia.

When I looked closely, I realized it was just a complimentary treat from the restaurant.

I couldn't hide my irritation. "Mia is only six years old. How could you leave her alone like that?"

Logan shrugged, indifferent. "But Mia's fine, isn't she?"

I wanted to throw the lollipop at him.

"Mia's hands are scraped!" I shouted.

He dismissed my anger. "That's because you didn't watch her properly and let her run off."

Frustrated beyond words, I grabbed a quilt and tossed it at him.

"Sleep on the couch tonight!"

The next morning, Logan tried to make amends by cooking a lavish breakfast.

When Mia woke up, she seemed upset. "Dad, where were you last night? Mia waited for you until she fell asleep..."

Logan picked her up and explained, "Harry wanted to ride the Ferris wheel, so Dad took him. I got back late."

Mia pouted. "I want to go too..."

Logan smiled, "Next time, I'll take you too."

Mia's mood lifted, and she kissed Logan.

But I felt a pang of coldness.

He jumped to take someone else's son on a ride but made our daughter wait until he had the time.

As Mia was about to start eating, Logan stopped her.

"Wait for Bella and Harry. We'll eat together when they arrive."

It hit me then—Logan had gone to all this trouble not because he felt guilty but because he wanted to impress Bella and her son.

A few minutes later, Bella and Harry arrived.

Bella apologized, "I'm really sorry about yesterday. I brought some fruit for Mia."

I welcomed them, though I couldn't muster much enthusiasm.

At breakfast, Bella couldn't stop praising Logan.

"You cook so well, Logan. Chloe is really lucky."

I forced a smile.

In the seven years we've been married, Logan has rarely cooked.

Logan beamed at Bella's compliments. "If you like it, feel free to come over anytime."

Bella laughed, "Don't mind if I do. I'll come whenever I'm hungry."

Mia and Harry finished eating quickly and went off to play.

Bella and Logan continued chatting, and I felt like an outsider, so I busied myself in the kitchen.

Suddenly, I heard Mia crying. I rushed to the bedroom.

I found Mia on the floor, sobbing. Harry was scribbling on my mirror and walls with my new lipstick.

"Mia tried to stop him, but he didn't listen and pushed her," she explained through tears.

Bella brushed past Mia to scoop up her son.

"Chloe, Harry didn't mean it. He's just a child and doesn't understand..."

She glanced at the mess Harry had made and offered, "Tell me how much it costs, and I'll pay you back."

I picked up Mia and checked that she wasn't hurt. Then I started listing the damage.

"The lipstick is new, 800 dollars. The loose powder is 600 dollars, and the eyeshadow palette is 700 dollars."

Logan cut me off. "They're just cosmetics. Don't make Bella feel bad."

Bella's eyes welled up. "Logan, you know I never wear make-up. I had no idea these little things were so expensive... I'll pay you back once I get my salary."

What a performer! Despite her act of innocence, she wore meticulously applied makeup.

"That won't be necessary."

"Okay."

Logan and I spoke simultaneously.

"It's fine," he said, glaring at me before turning to Bella with a smile. "Chloe's just joking."

As Bella was leaving, I handed back the fruit she brought.

"Mia is allergic to mangoes. But thank you."

Bella took the mango, held her son's hand, and left without a word.

As soon as Bella and Harry left, Logan started mocking me.

"Why are you so stingy now? You can buy new things when they break and repaint the walls when they get dirty. Why do you have to bully a mother and her son?"

Bully them?

The anger I had suppressed for so long finally erupted.

I glared at Logan, my eyes red with fury. "My husband is always hanging around with another woman and her child. How do you expect me to be generous? Have you ever made breakfast for me and Mia in the past few years? Mia was pushed down twice by Harry, and did you ever ask about it? If you care about them so much, why not just move in and be Harry's father?"

Logan panicked, seeing my teary eyes. "Chloe, why are you making such a fuss over a child? Bella's had a tough time raising her son alone. You should be more considerate."

"Her problems are not my responsibility! Why should I have to understand?"

My hysteria made Logan frown.

"Chloe, where's the considerate woman I used to know?"

Yes, I had been considerate ever since I met Logan.

When he got drunk because he missed Bella, I carried him home from the bar, made him sobering soup, and took care of him.

He told me how hard it was for his parents to raise him, so I offered to forgo a dowry and even bought a house for us to get married in.

When he complained about the cafeteria food at work, I carefully prepared lunch for him every day.

He said he felt sorry for Bella and her son and considered her just a friend. I believed him and never stopped him from helping her.

But despite my understanding, he only got worse.

Logan and I didn't speak for two days. On the third night, he got a call and hurriedly dressed to go out.

I stopped him.

"Where are you going at this hour?"

"Harry has a high fever. I need to take him to the hospital."

"Why not call 911? Why do you need to go?"

"Bella can't handle this on her own."

I remembered Mia's high fever last month. I had woken Logan from his deep sleep, asking him to take her to the hospital.

What did he say then?

"It's just a fever. Give her some water. If that doesn't work, give her some Motrin."

At 2 AM that night, I took a taxi and rushed Mia to the emergency room alone.

Watching Logan's retreating back, I spoke coldly, "Logan, if you walk out that door tonight, we're getting divorced."

Logan paused. "Chloe, you need to know when to stop being unreasonable!"

He left without looking back.

The next morning, I changed the locks.

This house was fully paid for by my parents before we got married. Even in a divorce, he wouldn't get any part of it.

Logan didn't return until the afternoon. When he found his key couldn't open the door, he called me several times.

I didn't answer. Instead, I sent him a text: "Divorce."

Logan stayed away for three days. On the fourth day, Bella showed up at my door.

She held some snacks and apologized as soon as she walked in.

"Chloe, it's all my fault. I caused you and Logan to fight. Can you forgive him for my sake?"

"Stop pretending," I said.

I showed her social media posts on my phone. "Are these posts visible only to me?"

For the past three days, her social media had been full of photos: Logan cooking in her kitchen, Logan taking her son to the supermarket, and even the two of them enjoying a candlelight dinner together.

Bella's face turned slightly red, and she bit her lip, staying silent.

I smiled faintly. "I don't want this kind of man. If you like him, he's yours."

I went to the bedroom and returned with the divorce papers I had prepared over the last two days.

When I came back, I saw Bella handing a piece of bread to Mia, who was watching cartoons.

I didn't care and handed the divorce agreement to Bella.

"I've already signed it. Ms. Linsey, please give this to Logan and tell him to arrange an appointment at the court for the formalities."

Bella dropped her act, her eyes gleaming with triumph.

"Thank you, Chloe," she said, smirking.

I smiled too. "No need to thank me. At least I'm much younger than you."

Bella's smile faltered.

Just then, Mia started coughing violently.

I grabbed her, panic rising.

Her face was pale, and she was struggling to breathe.

I saw the half-eaten bread on the floor smeared with mango jam.

Mia had been allergic to mangoes since she was little. Even a tiny bit could cause anaphylactic shock, which was life-threatening!

I glared at Bella, rage surging through me.

She knew. Bella knew Mia was allergic to mangoes and still gave her food containing them deliberately!