The young foreign woman my husband had been financially supporting showed up at my door, demanding that I divorce him.

"Zoey, I'm the one who can give Tyler what he needs. Please, just divorce him," she urged.

I stood there, frozen, staring at the photos she handed me. Some were taken in the car, while others were taken in the bedroom. It was clear, undeniable proof of what had transpired between them. Their bodies were intertwined, intimate in a way that went far beyond anything platonic.

Jessica, the foreign woman, stood by my door, surveying the anniversary dinner I’d spent hours preparing.

Although her voice was calm, there was a hint of subtle mockery in her words. "I really appreciate you funding my education, Zoey, but love isn’t about money. Please, don’t use your kindness to trap me and Tyler in something that isn’t real."

She paused for a moment, then added, "By the way, today marks the 400th day I’ve been with Tyler. He booked a hotel to celebrate. You don’t need to wait up for him."

With that, she turned and walked out, her head held high.

As the door clicked shut behind her, my phone buzzed in my hand.

Tyler’s cold, emotionless voice came through the line.

——

"Hey Zoey, there’s an important client at the office today. I might not make it back in time. Get some rest."

Before I could even process his words, the line went dead.

I stood there for a moment, staring at the phone in my hand, the emptiness of his words sinking in.

'What am I supposed to do now?' I asked myself.

Slowly, I turned back to the dinner table, poured myself a glass of red wine, and took a sip, letting the warmth spread through me.

My eyes drifted to the cake.

'Happy 10th Anniversary' was written in icing, a bittersweet reminder of everything I thought we’d built. The words blurred as tears filled my eyes.

I picked up the fork, cutting a small piece, and ate it slowly, the saltiness of my tears mixing with the sweetness of the cake.

So this is what a 10th anniversary cake tastes like.

Bittersweet, with a touch of irony.

I glanced down at the pregnancy test Jessica had handed me.

'Two weeks pregnant.'

I ran my fingers over my uneven belly, the emptiness of it all overwhelming.

It felt ugly, barren.

Nothing would ever grow there.

By the time Tyler came home, I was already drunk. My vision was blurry, and my body slumped next to the couch.

He rushed over to me, guilt written all over his face, but his body reeked of something foul. He tried to help me up, but the smell made me gag, and I couldn’t hold it in anymore.

I vomited all over him.

Tyler didn’t even flinch. He didn’t care about cleaning himself off. He was too focused on wiping my face with a warm towel, trying to calm me down.

It reminded me of that night ten years ago when their family business collapsed. I had to take on half of the shares, and out of desperation, I married him.

On our wedding night, I cried and vomited on him, just like now. Back then, he’d comforted me, promising that he would prove to my parents that I hadn’t made the wrong choice.

I shivered at the thought and mockingly handed him the pregnancy test. "Tyler, are you really going to tell me this is all fake? Is Jessica lying to me?"

Tyler frowned, his brows knitting together.

After a long pause, he finally said, "Zoey, I’m sorry. I couldn’t stop her. I never meant to hurt you."

His words lingered, thick with guilt. "I swear, from now on, I won’t let her anywhere near you. I won’t let her mess with our life again."

I stared at him, frustration rising in my chest. "Then why the hell are you letting her keep the baby? Why not just send her back to Harrington, her country, and end this mess once and for all?"

Tyler’s body tensed, and after a brief pause, he spoke, his words cutting like an icy blade.

"Zoey, I can’t do that." He stepped back as he continued, "The Scott Group is massive. It needs an heir. You know your health isn’t exactly great. Jessica said she’ll head back to Harrington after the baby’s born. She won’t mess with our lives anymore. The kid can grow up under your name. He’ll be your child too."

I was shocked, my mind spinning. Suddenly, everything about our marriage, everything about him, felt like a lie.

"Who exactly am I sacrificing my health for, huh? Tyler, you said you’d be happy just having me by your side. You told me you could live without kids. But now you're telling me you regret that?"

I couldn't help but think back to ten years ago, when the Scott Group went under, and the protests from workers and executives demanded compensation.

They trapped Tyler in that warehouse for three days.

I knocked out the guards in the dead of night and managed to get him out, only to find ourselves surrounded by workers.

In the chaos, my people fought with theirs.

A protester rushed at Tyler with a knife glinting in his hand. Without even thinking, I stepped in front of him.

The next thing I knew, a sharp, searing pain shot through me. The knife dug into my lower abdomen, and I felt it tear into my uterus, twisting violently.

Somehow, I made it out that day, but the damage was done. The workers backed off, but the truth hit me hard.

I could never have children.

Tyler knelt beside my hospital bed, his face streaked with tears.

"Zoey, I’m so sorry," he choked out. "I swear, I’ll love you for the rest of my life. I’ll never leave you. I’ll always be by your side."

Once the injury healed, I knelt in front of my father, begging him to save Tyler. I even offered my life as collateral, forcing him to secure half of the William family’s fortune.

And, to top it all off, I married Tyler.

Consequently, my father was furious and refused to come to the wedding.

"You took half of the damn funds," he said, his voice full of bitterness. "From now on, don't ever call me your father again."

Now, facing Jessica's pregnancy, I was uncertain if my sacrifices for our love were even worth it.

When Tyler saw the pain on my face, he immediately pulled me into his arms. "Zoey, it’s my fault, but I had no other choice. We’ve been in love for more than ten years. We grew up together. I know everything you've sacrificed for me. Please, just understand where I’m coming from, okay?"

His words felt hollow, as if they held no meaning.

"My love for Jessica... it isn’t real love," Tyler continued, his voice desperate. "It’s just a need, Zoey. A man’s passion. The one I’ve always truly loved is you."

I stared at him, my mind spinning in disbelief.

'When did he get this shameless?'

'Can love really be split like that—physical and emotional parts?'

'If it could, what did that make him? Just an animal?'

Frustration was building up in me, my chest tightening.

I fought to hold it back and said, "Tyler, do you even get the difference between love like that? Doesn’t it disgust you?"

His face turned pale, his eyes darting to the ground as if he couldn’t face me.

"Zoey, you’ve always been so generous and understanding. I thought you’d get it. Isn’t it all for the child?" He seemed to falter, his voice softer. "Why make such a big deal out of it? Once the child is born, we’ll have someone to rely on when we’re old. He’ll respect you as his mother. Why can’t you think long-term? Why hold on to this tiny bit of affection?"

I forced a smile, even though all I wanted to do was scream. "Tyler, should I thank you for giving me a child? Should I thank Jessica for helping me have one?"

Tyler fell quiet, his eyes unreadable.

After what felt like forever, I finally asked, "What if I don't agree? Are you gonna get rid of the kid for me?"

"Zoey, I know you can’t accept it right now, and it's totally fine," he said with a quiet sigh. "I’ll give you time to think it through. Currently, Jessica is interning at the company. I’m taking her back to Harrington to check out the new market, and she’ll visit her family."

With that, Tyler turned and walked into the bedroom, leaving me alone to process it all.

...

When I woke up, the sunlight was streaming through the window, and the bedroom door was wide open.

Tyler was gone.

I turned to the bedside table and grabbed my phone. While browsing the newsfeed, I came across a post from Jessica on Instagram:

[Taking the new son-in-law to meet the parents.]

Jessica and Tyler's hands were tightly clasped together, sitting side by side on an airplane.

A second later, the post was deleted.

My stomach turned, a sickening knot forming in my gut. As much as I wanted to rip apart that post, there was nothing I could do now.

The damage was already done.

I paused for a moment, then went to the bathroom to freshen up before heading to the office.

When I walked into the company, it felt like a weight lifted off the staff. They greeted me like I’d just come back from a long break, clearly relieved to see me.

Rachel Parker, Tyler’s secretary, rushed over, grabbing my hand with a bright smile. "Miss Zoey, you finally came to visit! The company’s been changing, and it’s been... a bit chaotic without you."

Before I could even ask what she meant, I noticed that the layout of the CEO’s office had changed.

It used to be two separate rooms for quiet work, with a side platform but no real offices. A brand-new office was constructed, and the rooms were situated adjacent to one another.

I frowned, confused. "Why’s there an office here?"

Rachel hesitated, avoiding my gaze. "Well, Miss Zoey, how should I put it? Staying home all the time isn't good for your physical or mental health. You really need to come to the company more often."

Perturbation washed over me, and my stomach tightened in discomfort.

"Rachel, can you have someone open the door?" I asked, my voice tight.

She hesitated for a moment before gently pulling me by the arm. "Miss Zoey, Sir Tyler specifically instructed that no one is allowed in this office. Please, don’t look at it. Just come to the company more often from now on."

I lifted my eyes and glanced at the chair next to me. Without even thinking, I shoved Rachel aside, grabbed the chair, and swung it hard toward the door.

Fury surged through my veins. My arm tingled from the effort, yet I continued to swing the chair with all my strength. My heart raced in my chest, the intense rage within me nearly unbearable.

Then, with a loud crash, the door flew open.

I took a step forward and froze.

The room was spotless, featuring a king-sized bed in ivory white, a redwood screen partitioning the area, a neatly organized vanity table, and a wardrobe, all impeccably placed as intended.

But what hit me the hardest was what I saw at the head of the bed.

It was a photo of Tyler and Jessica, their heads pressed closely together.

Jessica was lying on Tyler’s back, smiling sweetly, while Tyler’s hand rested gently on her face.

I had never expected Tyler, the cold and composed man, to smile so brightly, revealing his back teeth. It felt like a slap to the face.

There was another photo too, one of them in swimsuits at a hot spring. Tyler, shirtless, held Jessica high against his chest, his face buried in her chest.

Jessica clung tightly to his neck, her legs around his waist, both laughing joyfully, completely at ease together.

My body shook, a wave of nausea washing over me. I couldn’t fathom what I was witnessing. He had already integrated her into his life, long before I became aware.

They had shared every experience a married couple should, in locations I had never known.

And I had no clue.

In a frenzy, I picked up my phone and called Tyler. I needed to face him and understand how he could betray me in this way.

After calling more than ten times, however, every attempt went straight to voicemail.

Frustrated, I tossed my phone aside, trying to gather my thoughts.

Then something caught my eye—a trending topic popped up on my screen.

It was a post from a show called 'Searching for True Love.'

The image captured a tall man sharing a passionate kiss with a glamorous foreign woman beneath the Eiffel Tower.

The program praised their cross-racial love, calling it "true love."

And then, I saw Tyler’s statement about it.

[True love knows no boundaries, no races—only hearts. Everyone, regardless of their background, deserves respect.]

Jessica looked more enchanting than ever as she wrapped her arms around Tyler, returning his kiss with equal intensity.

The audience thrived on this moment. They were completely engrossed in the unfolding story.

As I observed, my vision began to blur.

The enormity of it all hit me like a freight train, and before I realized it, tears were flowing down my cheeks. I seized the chair again, this time hurling it against the walls, slamming it into everything in that room. I aimed to obliterate the decade of my false marriage, the absurd love I had squandered on him.

By the time I was done, my arms were sore and numb from the exhaustion. I collapsed in the wreckage, crying uncontrollably.

Rachel hurriedly led the employees out of the room, then discreetly sent me back home.

I didn’t even realize when Rachel had left. I just lay there, staring at the ceiling, deep in thought, unsure of how long I had been there.

Grief engulfed me.

The conflicting chills and heat were overpowering, and my throat felt scraped raw. My chest burned like fire, yet I remained still.

If I died like this, maybe it would be a relief. I wouldn’t have to suffer from this toxic love anymore, or endure the pain of caring for someone who didn’t care back.

...

Tyler came home.

But he didn’t come alone. Jessica trailed behind him, her eyes puffy and red from tears, her lashes quivering as if pleading for my compassion.

Tyler kicked open the door and yanked the curtains aside.

He pointed at me as he angrily said, "Zoey, I never knew you were capable of being this barbaric and violent! You went to the company, wrecked Jessica’s room, and even broke the emerald bracelet her mother left her! Do you have any idea how this makes us look? What do you think the employees are saying about us behind our backs?"

He paused to catch his breath, his face twisted in frustration. "You’re in your thirties now. Can’t you see the bigger picture? Can’t you act like an adult, like someone who understands responsibility?"

"Jessica is ten years younger than you. She has always been humble and kind. She’s even pregnant and still trying to take care of you. Why can’t you understand that?"

As Tyler kept ranting, I slowly turned my face, trying to make sense of his words.

But everything felt like a blur.

Tyler noticed I wasn’t responding and grabbed my arm roughly, pulling me to face him.

"Zoey!" he shouted, his voice trembling. "Look at me! Why aren’t you listening?"

I didn’t say a word.

How could I?

The man I had loved for so long had just shattered my world in a way I couldn’t even begin to understand.