The person Eric was talking about was Ava.

She was an impoverished student, and I sponsored her for five years.

Ava had always been grateful to me, and she would visit me during festivals, addressing me affectionately.

After graduating from university, she couldn't find a job. So, I used my connections to help her secure a good job. When I introduced it to her, Ava smiled sweetly and said,

"Thank you, Ms. Donavan, but I've already found a job as Mr. Marshall's secretary!"

She affectionately held Eric's arm in front of me with an innocent and genuine smile on her face.

Slowly, the smile faded from my face.

My eyes slowly shifted downward, landing on the hand that was holding onto my husband's arm.

Eric noticed something was wrong, gently pushed her away, and explained, "Seraphina, Ava just graduated this year. She doesn't know any better. She's still just a child. Don't take it to heart."

But it was precisely this naive young girl who intentionally got Eric drunk at the company's annual party and took him to a hotel room.

That night, I waited for him at home, unable to sleep a wink.

Meanwhile, they were entangled in passion and intimacy in the hotel room.

The next morning, Ava called me.

"Ms. Donavan, Mr. Marshall got drunk last night. I sent him to Empire hotel. Please come and pick him up."

I took a taxi to the hotel and pushed open the door of the room only to find Eric lying on the bed shirtless, his neck covered in love bites.

Ava feigned innocence and said, "Ms. Donavan, Mr. Marshall was drunk last night, and he mistook me for you... It's all my fault, I don't blame him."

Anger surged through me, and I raised my hand and slapped her.

However, Eric rushed over and shielded her behind him.

"Seraphina, what are you doing?

What happened last night was an accident. If you want to blame someone, blame me. Why did you hit Ava? She's just a secretary!"

But he didn't see it at all.

The young secretary, protected by him, was covering her face and secretly looking up at me with a provocative smile.

I shook my head, trying to clear these messy memories from my mind.

I continued to focus on examining the evidence organized on my laptop.

Over the past two years, I gathered screenshots of all the expenses Eric had incurred for Ava, including luxury handbags, clothes, and skincare products.

I had also wondered why he didn't carry on his relationship with Ava behind my back.

Instead, he openly spent money on her without fear of me discovering it.

When I asked him this question a few months ago, he pondered for a moment before saying seriously, "Ava is so innocent, and I don't want her to be a mistress. She is my girlfriend."

I suddenly laughed.

I couldn't help but ask him, "What about me? After six years of marriage, what am I?"

Eric always looked at me with a gaze filled with pity, a pity that bordered on indifference.

"Seraphina, you are sick after all. You can't spend the rest of your life with me.

I know you love me, and I'm sure you don't want to see me lonely and alone in my old age. You also want to see someone love me, right?"

At that moment, I understood.

Some men were destined to be heartless.

Ever since Eric bought a villa for Ava's dog, I made up my mind to divorce.

I transferred as much money and property as possible under my name, sending some to my mother and some to my best friend.

Even if something were to happen to me, I hoped they would be able to live better lives.

After sorting out all the evidence for the divorce, I drove to the company.

The receptionist raised her eyebrows in surprise when she saw me and smiled. "Mrs. Marshall, why are you here? It's been a while since we last saw you!"

In the past, whenever Eric's company had problems, I would come to help him strategize and overcome difficulties.

The employees of the company knew that the Marshall Group's success owed half of its credit to me.

I smiled and asked, "Where's Eric?"

The receptionist glanced nervously towards the inside and looked somewhat hesitant.

"Mr. Marshall is probably still busy..."

I raised my foot to enter, but the receptionist hastily stopped me.

"Mrs. Marshall, Mr. Marshall gave instructions that no one should be allowed inside. If you have any urgent matters, please let me know, and I'll convey the message."

I smiled gently and took out a divorce agreement from my bag.

"I'm here to divorce him."

As soon as the words fell, the whole company fell silent.

The employees at their workstations turned their gazes toward me in shock and began whispering among themselves.

The receptionist's jaw dropped in astonishment.

Taking advantage of her momentary lapse, I bypassed her and pushed open the door to Eric's office.

"Don't!" The receptionist shouted.

However, it was too late, as the door had already been opened.

Inside the office, Ava was sitting on Eric's lap, his hands tightly wrapped around her waist as they passionately kissed.

Outside, there were gasps of disbelief.

The discussion grew louder.

"No wonder Mrs. Marshall wants a divorce. Mr. Marshall is openly cheating right here in the office!"

"I've noticed that something off about Ms. Stone for a while!"

"She is just a home-wrecker who interferes with other people's families. She is so shameless!"

The people inside slowly turned their heads upon hearing the commotion.

Upon seeing me at the door, Eric's expression turned unpleasant.

"Seraphina, what are you doing in the company?" he asked.

With a cold face, he scolded and dismissed the employees who were spectating. "If anyone continues to watch, go find the finance department to collect your salary and get out!"

Everyone was cautiously observing my expression.

They thought I came here specifically to catch them in the act or to stage a dramatic confrontation.

But I no longer care.

Expressionless, I handed him the divorce agreement I held in my hand.

"Eric, take a look at the clauses inside. Is there anything else you want to add? Let's get divorced today."

Eric suddenly looked up, stunned, as he gazed at me.

After a moment of silence, he chuckled softly.

"Seraphina, have you lost your mind due to your illness? Do you even know what you're talking about?

You are now afflicted with a rare disease, and survival itself is a problem, let alone remarrying someone else.

"Besides, once you divorce me, you will have nothing left. Are you sure you want to get divorced?"

I shook my head and sneered.

"Eric, I advise you to take a look at the clauses first.

There's also a prenuptial agreement underneath the divorce agreement. After you read it, you won't speak like that anymore."

Six years ago, when Eric proposed to me on his knees, he voluntarily handed me a prenuptial agreement.

It specifically stated that he would be unwaveringly devoted to me for a lifetime.

If he were to cheat or fall out of love, he would leave with nothing, leaving all his assets to me.

Over the years, I had remained by his side, never leaving him.

I watched him go from being a penniless employee to becoming a successful billionaire tycoon.

It seemed that he had long forgotten his initial promise.

He even completely forgot about the prenuptial agreement.

Eric's expression changed as he heard my words, and he quickly lowered his head to check the documents.

He flipped through a few pages roughly, his face turning livid.

Seeing that he had almost finished reading, I calmly spoke up.

"I have consulted a lawyer, and the prenuptial agreement holds legal validity. I came here today to have you sign it.

And by the way, I'll be taking back ownership of the company."

My words were resolute, but Eric's expression grew increasingly grim.

He looked at me deeply and then leaned closer, smiling.

"Seraphina, do you think you can threaten me?

I wrote this prenuptial agreement just for fun. Do you really think I can give you such a big company just because you want it? What a joke!"

With a cold smile, Eric raised his hand and tore the prenuptial agreement into pieces.

I was furious and picked up the ashtray from the table, throwing it at him.

"Eric, you are despicable!"

He stood there like a thug, laughing as he watched me. When the ashtray came crashing toward him, he didn't even bother to dodge.

It hit his forehead right away, creating a wound and causing blood to trickle down from the corner of his eye.

"Eric!"

Ava, who had been eavesdropping at the door while holding a cup of coffee, rushed toward me desperately when she saw Eric's forehead being hit.

"Seraphina, how could you, you shrew! How can you hit him like that?

His forehead must be so painful!"

Ava looked concerned and wanted to approach and console him, but Eric stopped her.

Ava glared at me hatefully.

"You crazy woman, have you gone mad with greed?

You are sick now and unable to take care of Eric for the rest of his life. Why do you have the audacity to stand on the moral high ground and accuse him?

Even if there is a divorce, you should be the one leaving with nothing!"

Ava, as if to avenge Eric, picked up the broken pieces of the coffee cup on the ground and lunged towards me.

"I'll make you feel the same pain as Eric!" she exclaimed.

As I saw the sharp shard about to touch my skin, I realized the danger and quickly stepped back.

But unexpectedly, she continued to swing it toward me viciously.

She lost her balance and nearly stumbled, and the shard she held happened to land on my calf, slicing through the skin and causing blood to flow out instantly.

My face turned pale.

I desperately tried to cover the bleeding spot with my hand, but I realized that the blood was only increasing, and I couldn't stop it no matter what.

Suddenly, I remembered what the doctor had warned me.

"You must not have any wounds. One of the complications of your rare disease is a clotting disorder. If the bleeding can't be stopped, it could be life-threatening."

I hastily grabbed tissues from the table and pressed them firmly onto the wound on my calf.

However, within moments, the fresh blood quickly soaked through the tissues, turning them a deep shade of red.

"Ouch!"

Ava, standing by the side, exaggeratedly cradled her finger and squeezed out a few tears.

"Eric, my hand is bleeding, what should I do?"

Eric immediately showed deep concern and scooped her up in his arms.

"Don't worry, Ava.

I'll take you to the hospital right now!"

As Eric tried to pass by me, I strained to grab his trousers.

"Eric, please call an ambulance for me.

If the bleeding doesn't stop, I'll die."

Eric halted in his tracks, turned around, and looked at me coldly.

"Seraphina, are you done yet?

It's just a cut that caused a bit of bleeding. Do you have to resort to cursing yourself to death?

Don't think that playing these tricks will make me agree to divorce you. It's just a dream!"