I looked at Serena, contempt plain on my face.

"I thought you weren't bankrupt. So if money's so tight, why not set them up in a new place? Why move in here and take over a nest that isn't yours?"

Her expression soured, but she kept her temper and coaxed me.

"Aaron, Kieran and the boy have lived here four years. They're settled. Don't make a scene over nothing."

I let out a short laugh, but something twisted hard inside me.

Four years.

The moment Serena faked the bankruptcy and moved us out of here, she'd brought Kieran and his son straight in.

She told me the house had been sold.

It turned out it had become a little love nest for her and another man.

I didn't waste another word. I walked right up to her and slapped a set of divorce papers down in front of her.

"Sign it. I get custody of our daughter, and we split everything down the middle."

Serena frowned at the papers, then lifted her head and rubbed at the space between her brows, looking worn out.

"Aaron, do you really have to do this?"

"Back then, I had my reasons. Edward was diagnosed with a heart problem the moment he was born, and at the same time you were always picking fights with me, using our daughter to tie me to your side."

"You did nothing all day, watching my every move like you'd lost your mind. If I hadn't faked the bankruptcy, when would you ever have given me any freedom?"

"Edward was still little, and Kieran's ex-wife kept showing up at the door. They needed me."

"You're a father too. You have a child of your own. Couldn't you try to understand me, just a little?"

Serena's grand, high-sounding reasons and her accusations were like two hands tearing my heart raw.

Kieran put on a fake smile and tried to smooth things over.

"Aaron, Serena loves you and the girl too. She'll make sure you never want for anything. Stay on as her husband. My son and I can stand a little hardship, it's nothing. Just don't put Serena in a hard spot."

Serena looked at him tenderly and laced her fingers through his, right in front of me and our daughter.

I clenched my teeth, both hands tightening into fists.

Before our daughter was even a year old, I'd found a whole box of used contraceptives in Serena's pocket.

On her computer, in the messaging app she'd forgotten to log out of, there was nothing but sweet talk between her and Kieran.

I lost all reason. I drove straight to her company, and in front of everyone, crying, I slapped her.

"Serena, Kieran's five years older than you, and he has a wife. You're throwing yourself at him as the other woman, wrecking another family? Our daughter isn't even one year old yet. Have you no shame at all?"

Her face went dark, but she didn't argue back. She forced me to come home with her.

That night, she fired Kieran and swore a vicious oath in front of me that she'd never see him again.

After that, I watched her closely. She had to come straight home after work, I went through her phone every day, and every call had to be accounted for.

Serena grew quieter and quieter, but she submitted to all of my checking without complaint.

Until a year later, when an investment failed, her company went under, and she was buried in debt.

I poured everything into making money, wanting to help her get through it, and I no longer had any attention to spare for her and Kieran.

But all of it was nothing more than a play she had staged.

I looked at the calm on Serena's face, shut my eyes hard, and decided I didn't want to dig into it anymore.

"Fine. Then let's divorce. I won't put you in a hard spot."

After I'd listened to Serena and quit my job to be a full-time stay-at-home husband, I'd become deeply insecure, gripped by a fierce possessiveness toward her.

But after four years of being ground down, facing her betrayal again, I found I actually had the courage to leave.

Our daughter had stood quietly beside me the whole time, her small warm hand giving me a sense of calm.

Serena shook her head, as if there were nothing to be done.

"Aaron, stop being difficult. Lily's still little. A child can't grow up without her mother. I won't agree to a divorce."

"We can just go on living a good life together. Is that really so impossible?"

I stared at Serena's face and laughed, anger curdling into something close to a smile.

"Fine. You want to live a good life with us? Then you cut Kieran off completely."

"Every cent you've spent on him and that boy, I'll hire a lawyer to claw it all back."

"They've lived in this house. It disgusts me. We sell it and buy a new one."

"And you'd better scrub yourself for three days and three nights, or I'll be sick just looking at you."

"I'm not sharing my woman with some mistress. So choose. Us, or—"

Before I could finish, something rammed hard into the back of my knee.

The next second my body pitched out from under me and I went down hard onto the floor.

My vision blurred, and the dull, splitting pain in my leg nearly knocked me out.

Lily jumped, terrified, and pulled at me with everything she had, trying to get me up.

The little boy had hopped clear of me and stuck out his tongue, gloating.

"Don't you bully my daddy! You stinking pauper, I hope you cracked your skull!"

Serena shot to her feet, something raw and pained flickering across her frantic face, and reached out to help me.

Kieran flicked her a quick glance, and the boy abruptly burst into tears and clutched at her sleeve.

"Mommy, my heart hurts so bad, I can't breathe!"

Kieran scooped him up in a panic, urging her on.

"Serena, we have to get Edward to the hospital, now!"

Serena lost her head completely. She grabbed Kieran's hand and spun for the door.

Lily ran after her, sobbing, and threw her arms around Serena's leg.

"Mommy, Daddy's hurt, don't leave us!"

The boy wailed harder, the shrill sound almost piercing my eardrums.

Serena glanced back at me once and shoved my daughter off her as hard as she could.

"You look after your daddy first. I'll be back soon!"

And then the three of them hurried out.

Lily watched their backs disappear, wiped away her tears in silence, and went to fetch the nanny to help lift me up.

They settled me on the couch, my face white with pain.

Two years ago, delivering food, I'd been in a car accident and shattered both legs.

The treatment cost a fortune, and after they put steel plates in my legs I couldn't do anything strenuous, so Lily started coming along on the deliveries herself, just so the work would be a little easier on me.

Now she stood in front of me, eyes red and swollen, wiping the cold sweat from my forehead with that ache in her face.

I forced a thin smile up at her.

"Silly girl. Daddy doesn't hurt. Don't cry."

The nanny called an ambulance, and at the hospital the doctor put a fresh cast on my leg.

I'd barely settled when my phone buzzed with a friend request labeled 【This is Kieran Fox】.

The moment I accepted, a string of transfer records and spending records came through.

Kieran's tone was openly arrogant.

【Aaron, do you have any idea? To get my ex-wife to divorce me, Serena wired her ten million.】

【After you made your big scene back then, Serena never cut things off with me. She was carrying my child. Under the cover of expanding the business overseas, she stayed away for the better part of a year and quietly had Edward behind your back.】

【The fake-bankruptcy idea was mine. For me and our son, there's nothing Serena won't do.】

【Where a person's money goes, that's where their heart is. You're not so dense you can't grasp that.】

【I've got no interest in taking your spot yet. But keep provoking me, and I promise I'll make sure you don't come out of this in one piece.】

In the screenshots, the figures were staggering, one after another.

While Lily and I were sick with worry over money, Serena had been pouring sums on them we wouldn't even have dared to imagine.

I clenched my fist tight, saved every screenshot one by one, bundled them up, and forwarded them to my lawyer.

It wasn't until the next morning that Serena finally turned up in the hospital room.

Faint shadows ringed her eyes, and she looked tired.

"Honey, Edward's been monitored all night. The tests came back clear. Nothing serious."

"I talked to the doctor about you too. Your leg isn't badly hurt. Rest and it'll heal."

When she finished, she reached out to ruffle our daughter's hair the way she always had.

But Lily slid quietly out from under her hand, the silent movement saying everything.

Serena froze, and something between embarrassment and anger crossed her face.

I kept my eyes on her and repeated it, cold.

"Serena, that company is something we built together. Part of it is mine."

"The house and the car, we split fifty-fifty."

"And everything you bought for Kieran and his son gets converted to cash. I want—"

Her face darkened further, until she finally lost it and slapped me.

"Money! Money! Money! Aaron, is there anything in your head besides money?"

"What gives you the right to talk to me about divorce? Without me, you're nothing."

"Kieran is gentler than you, more understanding than you. He never forces me to do things I don't want to do. And you? Have you ever once thought about how I feel?"

"Aaron, I'm not divorcing you. As for money, you'll get enough to live on and not one cent more."

The outburst startled our daughter, who crawled crying into my arms and reached up, aching, to touch my swollen cheek.

I looked at this woman I'd loved for more than a decade, and all at once it struck me as absurd.

When she loved me, she'd have handed me everything she had.

When she stopped, cruelty and fighting over money became the everyday.

I nodded, calm.

"Fine. You said it yourself."

Serena swept out of the room in a fury, without sparing us so much as a glance.

I held my daughter tighter, my face only more set.

That evening, a news story shot to the top of the trending list.

When the alert came through, Serena was at dinner with Kieran and his son.

Her phone buzzed wildly, and she thought it was me sending a message to make peace. A small, faint pleasure flickered through her.

Then she saw what it actually was, and her eyes went wide with shock, her face draining to white.