I watched Lincoln put on his little show and let out a cold laugh. “No need,” I said flatly. “From now on, the title of Sherryl’s husband is yours.”

I turned to look at Sherryl, gaze steely and final. “I’ve already filed for divorce. Whether you agree or not, this marriage is over!”

Then I turned to my mother, softening just slightly. “Mom, soon you’ll understand why I have to do this.”

She said nothing after that. Maybe she felt the storm coming too.

I turned to leave, but before I could even reach the door, Lincoln rushed forward and blocked my way.

“Today is your son’s Baby’s One-Month Celebration and you choose today to announce a divorce?” he shouted. “What kind of man are you? You’re not going anywhere until you explain yourself!”

I scoffed. Then, without warning, drove my foot straight into his chest.

“Move. You’re just an assistant. What right do you have to talk to me like that?”

He crashed to the ground, clutching his chest, struggling to breathe. Sherryl rushed forward and shielded him with her body. “Andrew! If you’ve got a problem, come at me! Lincoln only ever did what he thought was best for us. What gave you the right to hit him?”

I looked at the two of them so intimate, so familiar and let out a low snort. “You know exactly why I hit him.”

I didn’t bother with more words. I turned, ready to walk out.

But just as I opened the door, I was met with a wall of people. Sherryl’s parents, flanked by her younger brother.

“Andrew,” her father said, voice heavy with concern, “we know you’re a good man. You’ve been married for years and not once have you raised your voice at Sherryl. What happened this time? Why must you go this far?”

I stood silent, expression unreadable. “I just don’t want to be with her anymore. It’s that simple.”

That one sentence lit the fuse. Her mother pointed at me, rage burning in her eyes.

“I knew it! We never agreed to this marriage in the first place. A poor, no-name kid from the countryside this is who Sherryl married! And what has she gotten in return?”

“She nearly destroyed her body doing IVF for you. Years of sacrifice and not a word of gratitude. Instead, you give her a divorce? You’re heartless!”

Her younger brother, Hansel, didn’t wait. He landed a punch square on my cheek.

“You’re just a useless leech and now you think you’re something? Can’t even give her a child and you think other women will want you after this?”

His words cut deep, sharper than the punch.

“Everyone in America knows you’ve got the equipment but no bullets. You think you’re worth something? Even if you became a gigolo, no one would pay for you.”

I pressed a hand to my swollen cheek, ready to speak but Sherryl grabbed his arm first.

“Stop it! No matter what happens, he’s still your brother-in-law. He’s just angry right now. Once he cools down, everything will be fine.”

Everyone around us fell silent at her words. Moved, even.

“A woman like this, still defending her husband after all that, she’s a saint.”

“And look at you,” someone muttered. “You’ve done nothing but spit in her face. And she still protects you. If you keep pushing, you’ll lose the best thing that’s ever happened to you.”

Behind me, the child lay crying in the cradle, wailing nonstop each cry like another accusation thrown in my face.

Everyone thought this was the moment I’d cave. That I’d take the olive branch, say something to calm the room. But I didn’t.

I wiped the blood from the corner of my lips, straightened my back and looked them dead in the eye.

“I am ungrateful. And I am heartless. But this marriage? I’m leaving it. For good.”

No more words.

I pushed past them, opened the door and walked away without looking back.

As I stepped out of the hotel, I saw the Maybach parked quietly in the distance. Without hesitation, I walked straight toward it, opened the door and got in.

My personal assistant handed me a folder. “Director Andrew, these are your medical results.”

I flipped it open. Under the fertility section, it clearly read: Reproductive function normal. Excellent sperm quality.

I closed the report, my gaze shifting coldly toward the brightly lit hotel building in the distance.

“Tomorrow is the shareholders’ meeting,” I said, voice low. “It’s time Sherryl loses everything completely.”

That night, I returned to my private estate, a mansion worth hundreds of millions. I was just about to rest when a message from Sherryl lit up my phone.

[Andrew, I’ve supported you all these years. Without me, you’re nothing. I’ve frozen your cards. If you come home and apologize, I’ll let this slide.]

I stared at the screen and sneered. Without hesitation, I blocked her number. Then I took out the secondary credit card she once gave me and tossed it straight into the trash.

A measly one-thousand dollars limit per month. I was better off without it.

Everyone thought I lived a blessed life but in truth, I had walked on eggshells for years.

Even spending that one thousand meant tracking every transaction, just in case she wanted to check the receipts.

The next morning, I returned home to gather my belongings. The moment I stepped inside, every servant’s eyes fell on me, brimming with disdain.

“So much drama yesterday and now he comes crawling back?”

“Can’t even father a child and still has the nerve to act like a man.”

“If you ask me, Miss Sherryl should’ve dumped him long ago. With her status, she could have any young stud she wanted. Why put up with this loser?”

I was about to respond, but Sherryl’s voice cut through the room, sharp and authoritative.

“Enough. He’s still my husband. Not your place to judge.”

I turned around only to see her standing there, arm linked with Lincoln.

Lincoln cradled the baby in his arms, throwing me a smug look.

Anyone walking in would’ve thought they were the real family.

“I thought Andrew was full of pride,” Lincoln mocked, smiling. “Turns out he came crawling back after just one day. Can’t bear to leave Sherryl’s billions, can you?”

Sherryl took the baby from Lincoln and held him up to me. “Andrew, you stormed off yesterday. If not for Lincoln, I wouldn’t have managed. He took care of everything.”

Then Lincoln pulled her into his arms tenderly. “It’s nothing, Sherryl. I’ll do whatever it takes as long as you’re okay.”

I had no interest in watching their little performance. I turned and walked toward the stairs.

But just as I reached the landing, her phone rang. She immediately shoved the baby into my arms.

“Andrew, I’ve got an important call. Watch our son for a moment, would you?”

Without another word, she answered the call and stepped away.

The moment she left, the baby began wailing in my arms. I looked down at the child not with affection, but with cold, sharp disgust.

Lincoln smirked. “Come on, Andrew. Don’t just stand there. That’s your love child with Sherryl. Show him some love.”

His words made my skin crawl.

“You take care of him,” I said icily. “I’m divorcing Sherryl. That child has nothing to do with me.”

Lincoln glanced at the baby in my arms, a soft smile curling on his lips. Then he reached out to take the child from me.

“Since your father doesn't want you, I guess I’ll have to take care of you myself.”

Lincoln reached out to take the child from my arms. But the moment his hands touched the baby, he slipped.

A sharp cry rang out. Then silence.

The baby hit the floor.

Right as the room froze, Sherryl burst in. She arrived just in time to see the child sprawled on the cold ground and me standing there, motionless.

Her face turned pale.

“If you want a divorce, I won’t stop you,” she said, trembling. “But what kind of man takes it out on his own son?”

Without another word, she snatched up her phone and called an ambulance. The baby was rushed to the hospital.

I tried to leave with my things, but she wasn’t having it. Afraid I’d run, she had the security guards force me into the car.

At the hospital, the diagnosis came quickly. Severe concussion. Signs of internal bleeding. Even if the child regained consciousness, permanent brain damage was likely.

Sherryl stood there, frozen in place and then suddenly slapped me across the face.

“Andrew,” she hissed, “this is your own son. How could you?”

Next to her, Lincoln slapped himself hard.

“Sherryl, this is my fault. I failed to protect the child. If only I had been more careful…”

Sherryl’s eyes softened as she looked at him, her voice heavy with grief. “This isn’t your fault. If anyone’s to blame, it’s my son for having a father like that.”

The people passing by in the hospital weren’t quiet.

“His wife went through IVF to give him a child and he threw the baby to the ground because of a tantrum? He’s worse than a beast.”

“Disgusting excuse for a man.”

“No wonder he couldn’t have kids naturally. He doesn’t deserve to be a father.”

Amidst the noise and accusations, I stayed silent. Then I sneered.

“It’s better if the kid dies. I never wanted to be his father.”

The room erupted. The fury in the air became unbearable.

Sherryl’s eyes burned with hatred.

“You want a divorce?” she spat. “Fine. I’ll give it to you.”

“But before that, you’re going to pay for what you did.”

She took out her phone and called the police.

They arrived quickly. Lincoln exaggerated every word as he described the incident to them. And before I could even say a word, cold silver handcuffs clamped around my wrists.

“Andrew,” Sherryl said, voice as sharp as broken glass, “I gave you chance after chance. But you never appreciated any of it.”

“The divorce agreement is ready. Not only will you leave with nothing but you’ll owe millions in compensation.”

I looked into her eyes and smirked.

“Sherryl... this is just the beginning.”

Then I turned and walked out with the police, head high.

***

While our son lay unconscious in the ICU, Sherryl didn’t even blink. She left the hospital and headed straight to the office to call an emergency shareholders’ meeting.

She sat in the CEO’s seat, her face cold and unreadable.

“I have filed a criminal lawsuit against Andrew,” she said calmly. “I am transferring his 10% shares to Lincoln and appointing him as the company’s new general manager.”

The room was silent. Then one by one, the shareholders raised their hands.

As she looked at the unanimous agreement, a satisfied smile formed on her lips.

But just then… BAM!

The conference room doors burst open.

I walked in, wearing a custom-made suit, every step steady and sharp. “As the largest investor,” I said, “your vote is invalid without me present.”

The moment Sherryl saw me, her eyes widened in shock she nearly fell off her chair. “W-weren’t you arrested?” she stammered. “How can you be here?”