Edgar approached us with a flushed face, gave me a quick glance and then helped Grace up. His piercing gaze made me a little afraid to face him.

"I warned you not to misbehave, Sharon." His words were very pressing, his cold tone making me almost freeze where I stood.

"I... I didn't do it."

"Stop acting like a child. Being born into a rich family makes you act like one."

My hands clenched into fists, as Edgar blithely brought my family's offensive origins into our conversation.

"I said, I didn't do it!" I shouted emotionally, tired of being blamed by those who were supposed to be the main characters in this game.

Grace seemed to be squeezing the hem of Edgar's coat, while Edgar gave me a glare. Compared to me, he should probably be the one feeling the most emotion.

"Go home. Don't expect me to come back if you still have the same attitude. I shouldn't have brought you here in the first place."

"I didn't think you could do this, Edgar. After what I've sacrificed for you?"

I looked at him with teary eyes, trying to hold back the tears even though it was quite difficult. I was probably a foolish girl, expecting my husband to look back at me after he openly declared his feelings for me.

"That's beyond our discussion, Sharon. Go home, we'll talk at home after I make sure Grace isn't hurt."

I shook my head, stepping quickly away from Edgar who was still faithfully holding Grace. There was no denying that my heart was broken as it was slapped back by reality.

Edgar had never looked at me. What a fool I was to have made such a sacrifice out of love.

Four years had passed since I knew Edgar. At that time, I became a bone marrow donor for him.

Edgar was one of the leukemia patients and the doctor's verdict was that he wouldn't survive for six months.

I still remember the first day we met at the hospital. Edgar was lying weak, his skin pale, and no one was with him.

At that moment, I, who had just visited my friend at the same hospital, felt moved to help. After undergoing a series of tests, the doctor declared that my spinal cord was a match for Edgar.

The surgery went well, and Edgar began to recover. I felt happy to see him back to health. We became closer and closer, until suddenly Edgar proposed to me and married me within a short time.

I had to undergo a long and painful recovery process. I almost lost my dream of helping Edgar. Even the surgery and treatment costs were fully covered by my family.

And now I realize that my sacrifices were all in vain.

Edgar had his life back, and I had everything. Even with just one bouquet of cheap roses, I foolishly accepted him.

"From this moment on, I will take care of you. I won't let anyone hurt or touch you, even if it's your own father."

My tears began to fall, my hand stroking my bulging belly, but Edgar didn't notice because he was too busy with Grace.

After calming down for a few hours at Rockefeller Center I returned to the penthouse. Instead of calming down, I was met with more noise.

"Edgar, stop it! You're making me ticklish!"

I stopped my steps when I heard laughter coming from the direction of the kitchen. There was no need to guess because I knew very well who it was. Only, why is that woman here? In my house. Did Edgar bring her?

"Edgar, please stop that." Grace laughed again, with Edgar I could see teasing her. I don't know what they've been doing, but I can clearly see that my kitchen is a mess.

"Oh! Sharon!" Grace looked surprised to see me home, whether she was really surprised or just acting. Grace put on a guilty face.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to make a mess in your house."

I ignored her, turning to stare at my husband who was pretending to busy himself with the tools there.

"Are you trying to get your wife and cousin to get along, husband?" I asked him.

Edgar just snorted.

"When you're done with your activities, please leave my house. I want to rest.”

"You kicked us out?" Edgar gave me a wide-eyed look.

"Actually, it's just her," I pointed at Grace. "But if you want to keep her company out there, go ahead. I'm not forbidding it."

Edgar seemed to growl, but I didn't care. These feet step into my room, locking it from the inside so neither Edgar nor Grace can access it. Because I'm not in the mood to face them, after all.

I reach into my clutch for my cell phone, calling my best friend who is a lawyer.

"I want to file for divorce. As soon as possible I will send the complete file to you, Bella.”

"Okay." Bella sounded like she agreed, making me feel a little relieved.

I stood by the window, staring blankly outside. I felt shattered, still unable to process my husband’s betrayal. I had donated my bone marrow to save his life, only to be betrayed in the end.

“How could you do this to me?”

Memories of taking care of Edgar during his recovery still haunted me. I remembered his promises to always be grateful and to treasure my sacrifices.

But reality was cruel. Edgar broke his promises, betrayed my trust, and chose Grace over me.

I sighed heavily and made up my mind, it was time to leave. I couldn’t let myself drown in sadness anymore.

Hearing the door open, I quickly wiped the tears off my cheeks and pretended to sip on a mug of hot chocolate while gazing at the falling snow.

“Grace is home,” Edgar said casually. I hummed in response, uninterested.

“Don’t you feel guilty about the way you treat her?” he asked, disbelief coloring his tone.

“Why should I?” I replied flatly.

“You really have no heart, Sharon.”

I rolled my eyes, feeling a wave of exhaustion. Oh, the irony. I wanted to yell that those words should’ve been aimed at him, but I was too tired to argue. It finally hit me, our relationship had always been a mistake.

“You expect me to apologize to her? To treat her kindly in my own house? Is that it?” I asked sarcastically.

“Yes! You know, Grace often cries because of the things you say. And she speaks so highly of you to everyone.”

Pathetic. And what was that? Speaks highly of me? Yeah, right. She’s just fishing for attention.

I turned to face him, watching his annoyed expression.

“Fine, I’ll apologize. How about we throw your birthday party here in the penthouse? Wouldn’t that be great?”

“Perfect. But you’ll handle everything yourself. Don’t even think about making Grace help you.”

“No problem. I can manage just fine,” I said, forcing a smile.

I watched Edgar walk to the bathroom. Once I finished my hot chocolate, I went straight to bed.

The next day, I contacted my family lawyer, Isabella Thompson. Three days later, I received the finalized divorce papers. I didn’t want to wait any longer to endure Edgar’s cruelty or his immoral behavior. My lawyer would deliver the papers to Edgar as a final birthday gift from me.

My hand trembled as I signed the documents. I won’t lie; this marriage, built on one-sided love, had finally come to an end. It was time to move on, to free myself from the toxic hold Edgar had over me. The single tear rolling down my cheek would be the last one I shed for him.

I packed my belongings into suitcases and left the penthouse, which was being decorated for his party. I moved quickly to the private garage on the same floor and got into my car. Everything had to be done before Edgar returned from work that afternoon.

Later that evening, Edgar invited Grace and his friends over, turning the space we once shared into a lively, crowded party. Watching them through the CCTV connected to my laptop, I observed their fake smiles and laughter from a hotel room two blocks away.

I listened closely through my earpods, the sound from the penthouse perfectly transmitted through the bug I had planted earlier.

Edgar was engrossed with his friends, unaware that I hadn’t prepared anything I promised. Hours passed before he finally noticed my absence.

“Where’s your wife, Edgar?” one of his friends asked.

“Yeah, wasn’t she supposed to prepare something for us? Is she still asleep?”

Edgar didn’t answer. His silence revealed that he, too, found my absence strange.

Grace, sitting nearby, hesitated before speaking. “Edgar, do you think Sharon’s still mad at me?”

Edgar’s head snapped toward her, his eyes sharp. “She shouldn’t act like this.”

“But she’s not here. Maybe… maybe she really doesn’t want me around. I think I should leave,” Grace said softly.

“No,” Edgar replied, shaking his head and rising from his seat. He looked ready to check every corner of the penthouse to find me.

But before he could, the doorbell rang, loud and clear.

A small smile formed on my lips as I watched the CCTV feed of my lawyer, Bella, standing in the hallway. Edgar opened the door with a confused expression.

“Excuse me, may I speak to Mr. Edgar Harrison?” Bella asked, her voice amplified through the mic I had attached to her brooch.

“That’s me. Who are you?” Edgar asked, frowning.

“I’m Isabella Thompson, the Wright family lawyer. I’m here to deliver your divorce papers on behalf of Ms. Sharon Wright.”

Edgar froze, his shock evident as he snatched the envelope Bella handed him. He ripped it open hastily, scanning the documents to confirm her words.

“This can’t be real! Sharon wouldn’t leave me!” he exclaimed, his voice a mix of denial and anger.