Gianna glanced at the dermatology clinic next to me and ran towards me.

Michael immediately reached out to support her waist.

"Slow down. Be careful not to twist your ankle," he said.

As the two approached, Gianna looked at me with disdain.

"Why are you running? Are you afraid we'll find out you have some shameful disease?" Gianna said. Her tone was mocking.

The smile on Michael's face disappeared the moment he saw me.

"Didn't I tell you to wait for me? What's the point of stalking me every day? Can't you control yourself even with an injured leg?" Michael said. His voice was cold.

I looked up at Michael. He seemed to be waiting for me to thank him.

Thank him for trusting that I didn't have some dirty disease.

Thank him for not giving shame to me in front of Gianna.

His face showed no trace of the panic or embarrassment of being caught in a lie.

Instead, it was full of cold reprimand.

My cold sweat at that moment seemed insignificant.

I walked past them. I headed straight for the restroom behind them.

Gianna suddenly blocked my way. Instinctively, I didn't want her to touch me.

As a result, when I lightly shrugged her off, she ended up falling to the ground.

Michael quickly grabbed Gianna, pulling her into his arms. At the same time, he pushed me to the ground.

"Sofia!" Michael shouted.

"Haven't you had enough?" he said. The anger was in his voice.

He didn't use much force, but my foot had just been stitched up. Now, the anesthesia had worn off. The pain was unbearable. I couldn't handle his push.

That light push made my world spin.

The pain from my stomach and foot spread to my abdomen, causing a dull ache. My temples throbbed.

I just wanted to get up and make it to the restroom to vomit.

I managed to get up with difficulty. But Michael grabbed my wrist, refusing to let me go.

"Apologize to Gianna!" he demanded.

His eyes were cold as ice, completely ignoring the fact that the bandage on my foot was soaked in blood.

I was in pain.

I used all my strength just to stand steady.

Holding back tears, I asked Michael to let go of my hand.

He gripped my wrist tightly. His strength was overwhelming.

My fair wrist immediately showed red marks from his grip, but I refused to lower my head.

"It's not my fault you can't control your dog," I said steadily.

"If you don't let go, I won't hesitate to tell everyone at the residence what you've been up to!" I threatened.

Michael let go of my wrist, but his eyes were red as he slapped me across the face.

"You bitch! How dare you!" he shouted.

He seemed to be brewing more harsh words.

But in the next second, I vomited uncontrollably.

I had reached my limit.

Michael was standing close, and he ended up with a lot of my vomit on him.

Compared to my pale face covered in cold sweat, the stains on his white shirt were much more embarrassing.

This brought me a bit of satisfaction.

But the tears continued to fall, brought on by the pain.

Michael saw me silently crying. My face was swollen and red. Surprisingly, he didn't lose his temper over the mess.

He seemed to forget Gianna was there, and instinctively moved closer to pat my back.

"How dare you drink so much last night? You probably gave yourself gastritis! You just can't go a day without causing trouble!" he said. His tone was softening.

The disgusting smell on him made me pinch my nose and step back.

Michael's hand hung in the air, and the concern on his face quickly faded.

"Sofia! I've been way too nice to you, haven't I?"

I ignored him and limped to the restroom to clean myself up.

Michael finally seemed to remember that my foot was injured.

A flash of guilt crossed his face as he followed me to the restroom door, trying to coax me.

"Alright, stop crying! Aren't you embarrassed to be crying at your age?

"I shouldn't have hit you. Let me take you to see a gastroenterologist. Stop making a scene, okay?"

This was the first time he had spoken gently to me since Gianna returned, like he was soothing a child.

But the more he talked, the more nauseous I felt. I couldn't help but retch again.

Michael was in a rare moment of panic. He didn't care that it was the women's restroom and rushed in to pat my back.

"Get out! Don't touch me!" I shouted. He slapped his hand away hysterically.

I pushed his hand away. My voice was shaking with anger.

He froze.

His gaze was full of surprise. It was quickly replaced by rage.

"Aren't you too old to be acting like this?

"You're my wife. You should act like it. If you can't, then let's get divorced!" he declared.

This wasn't the first time Michael used divorce to threaten me.

But it was the first time I looked at him without crying or making a scene and firmly said, "Fine!"

Michael didn't get the tearful apology he expected from me.

It was the first time I ignored him like this, and the stark contrast made him furious.

"Sofia, what did you say?" Michael asked.

I spoke clearly, each word landing with force.

"I said, let's get divorced."

After I said that, I took out the divorce papers I had prepared a year ago and handed them to him.

Michael looked at the slightly yellowed divorce papers with disbelief.

"What game are you playing now? Are you trying to lure me in by backing off?"

I couldn't help but laugh.

"You're overthinking it."

Michael's eyes reddened with anger. His finger trembled as he pointed at me, but he couldn't say a word.

It turns out that initiating a divorce felt this good.

Gianna saw how angry Michael was and mouthed one word at me. "Bitch!"

She considerately took out a wet wipe. She used one hand to wipe the dirt off Michael and the other to soothe him.

"Michael, since she doesn't appreciate it, why should we care about her?

"You burned yourself making hangover soup for her, and she didn't even care. She even spit on you on purpose. Her so-called love is all fake!"

Gianna pouted. Her face was full of concern. It looked just like a wife caring for her husband.

It made me seem cold-hearted, petty, and unfeeling by comparison.

Her palm was deliberately shown with traces of blood, making it unclear who she was feeling sorry for.

Michael took Gianna's hand. His gaze toward me grew colder.

"Sofia, as a woman, why are you so different from Gianna?

"If you're angry, take it out on me. You shouldn't have pushed Gianna. You have to apologize to her today!"

Blood made Michael faint. Yet, he kept looking at the blood on Gianna's palm, gently blowing on it.

True love was powerful indeed. When faced with his beloved's blood, Michael didn't faint at all.

In the past, when I asked him to accompany me for a blood test, the sight of a tiny dot of blood on the cotton swab would make him faint and refuse to stay with me.

Michael didn't mention the divorce anymore.

I agreed to the divorce, and he actually chickened out.

To be honest, I was very disappointed.

For some reason, I felt a dull pain in my abdomen.

I even had the slight feeling that my period was starting.

When I realized my period hadn't come for two months, I panicked.

I had no desire to continue dealing with the jerk and the bitch in front of me. I ran straight into the bathroom.

I just wanted to confirm whether it was my period or if I was pregnant.

When I saw the blood on my underwear, I almost lost my balance.

Luckily, by the time I left the bathroom, Michael and Gianna had already left.

I quickly registered for a blood test.

The waiting process was agonizing.

When the results came out, I was completely shocked.

The child I had been praying for for seven years came at this moment.

The doctor's mouth moved, but all I could hear were the words "threatened miscarriage."

The doctor called out to me several times.

"Ms. Garcia, you need to be hospitalized to protect the pregnancy. Otherwise, you might lose the baby."

"Protect the pregnancy?"

I felt a bit lost.

Out of habit, I dialed Michael's number, one call after another.

He finally answered. His anger came through the phone into my heart.

"Sofia! It's too late for you to realize your mistake now! Even if you die, I won't forgive you easily this time!" Michael said.

I touched my flat stomach and felt a moment of heartache.

And I said, "Please help me schedule an abortion as soon as possible."

After the doctor repeatedly confirmed that I wanted to have an abortion, he reluctantly scheduled the surgery for the next day.

I didn't want to go home, so I checked into the hospital.

Five days later, Michael tracked me down at the hospital using my location.

He looked impatient and asked, "My mom said you're not answering her calls. What's your deal?

"It's just a few stitches in your foot. You think you've got some special privilege?"

I didn't want to argue with him, so I got straight to the point.

"Let's find some time today to get divorced."

Michael stared at me blankly. When he realized I wasn't joking, he was stunned.

"My mom's been nagging us to go back home for some supplements today. Let's talk about the divorce another day."

I thought about it and decided to return to the residence with him to settle the divorce.

When we arrived, we discovered his mom had moved up her 60th birthday celebration.

To my surprise, Gianna was also on the guest list.

Michael immediately gave me a cold look.

"Is this your doing again? Don't you know my mom hates Gianna? Do you have to drive her to the edge?"

I rolled my eyes at him like he was an idiot.

"If you two wanted to keep it a secret, you shouldn't have flaunted your affection!

"Besides, she's got legs. I didn't have the power to drag her here!"

When his mom saw me, she smiled and pulled me to her side.

"Sofia, you haven't been home in half a month. I've missed you!"

As soon as she said that, Gianna's face turned a shade paler.

It was clear that his mom had invited her just to embarrass her.

Yet she was still not ready to give up.

She lifted her chin and walked over to Michael, looking shy.

"Michael, I just wanted to come celebrate with your mom. You're not mad I didn't tell you, are you?"

After saying that, she presented a painting to his mom as if offering a gift.

"Mrs. White, I came across this authentic piece by Master Miller. I hope you'll accept it as a token of my appreciation."

His mom's eyes lit up immediately, but she looked at me with some hesitation.

This was a piece by her favorite artist. It was no surprise she was tempted and conflicted.

I shot Michael a deep, cold look. One so intense he couldn't meet my eyes.

This was clearly the birthday gift I had found for his mom's 60th birthday, and he had secretly given it to Gianna!

This was too much!

After enduring a year of this nonsense, I wasn't going to tolerate it anymore.

All the guests were shocked by what I did next.