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I Divorced Him in Secret—Now He and Our Son Want Me Back
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The year I was in a car accident, my boyfriend, Matthew Sinclair, donated more than half of his blood to save my life. He even knelt before the altar for three days and nights, praying that I would make it through safely. When I regained consciousness in the hospital, the first thing I did was accept his marriage proposal. He was overjoyed. He personally decorated the wedding venue, and we tied the knot in London. A video of our $100 million wedding went viral online, and everyone believed he was madly in love with me. I thought so too. So, in our first year, I gave birth to a son, and Matthew named him Matthias Sinclair. He told me that the name was made by combining the word from both our names. I was so happy, my heart feeling as sweet as honey. Year after year went by. People talk about the seven-year itch, but Matthew and I only grew more in love. The year our son turned seven, he even won first place in a piano competition. He proudly handed me his certificate. "My success is all thanks to you, Mom. Without you, I wouldn't be where I am today." But that very night, I saw with my own eyes that Matthew, the man who loved me more than his own life, holding another woman in his arms. And my dear son stood in front of her, smiling as he looked up and handed her his trophy.
Chapters (6)
Chapter 1
The year I was in a car accident, my boyfriend, Matthew Sinclair, donated more than half of his blood to save my life. He even knelt before the altar for three days and nights, praying that I would make it through safely.
When I regained consciousness in the hospital, the first thing I did was accept his marriage proposal.
He was overjoyed. He personally decorated the wedding venue, and we tied the knot in London.
A video of our $100 million wedding went viral online, and everyone believed he was madly in love with me.
I thought so too. So, in our first year, I gave birth to a son, and Matthew named him Matthias Sinclair.
He told me that the name was made by combining the word from both our names. I was so happy, my heart feeling as sweet as honey.
Year after year went by. People talk about the seven-year itch, but Matthew and I only grew more in love.
The year our son turned seven, he even won first place in a piano competition. He proudly handed me his certificate.
"My success is all thanks to you, Mom. Without you, I wouldn't be where I am today."
But that very night, I saw with my own eyes that Matthew, the man who loved me more than his own life, holding another woman in his arms.
And my dear son stood in front of her, smiling as he looked up and handed her his trophy.
***
"Miss Hayes, once you sign this divorce agreement, it will become legally binding. Are you sure you don't want to discuss it with Mr. Sinclair first?"
I shook my head slightly and replied calmly, "He doesn't have time."
At this moment, he was probably taking our son to keep another woman company. How would he have time to come here?
I sneered inwardly and said to the lawyer, "There are still seven days before the agreement takes effect. I don't want him to find out during that time."
Since Matthew and my dear son liked that woman so much, I’d give them a gift they would never forget.
After leaving the coffee shop, I went back to the empty house. Matthew and our son still hadn't come home.
I booked a plane ticket to leave the country seven days later. Then my eyes fell on the family photo hanging on the wall.
I still remembered the day we went to the photo studio. Our son had insisted on sitting between Matthew and me.
He held both our hands, so well-behaved yet clingy. "Mommy, they say families who take pictures together never get separated. We'll stay together forever."
Matthew kissed my forehead and our son's, smiling fondly. "What silly talk. Look at the camera."
I had been so happy that day. The photo captured us in our happiest moment.
Matthew had spent a fortune on a custom-made frame for the picture. Now, it hung right where anyone could see it the moment they entered the house.
I looked up at it as countless warm memories flashed through my mind, I couldn't help finding it all deeply ironic.
On our wedding day, Matthew had spent 150 million dollars to marry me. He had even secretly arranged the wedding venue himself, and spending a staggering 100 million dollars on it alone.
On the wedding stage, he held me and sobbed so hard he could barely speak. "As long as I have you, I don't need anyone else in this life. Once we're married, I'll give you a home."
I was deeply moved, tears streaming down my face.
The night I gave birth to our son, the pain became so unbearable that I could barely breathe. I nearly died in my sleep.
Matthew was the first to find me. With tears in his eyes, he rushed my blood-covered body into the operating room, muttering over and over, "Celestia, if anything happens to you, I don't want to live either."
When I finally woke up, I overheard the family members of other patients nearby teasing him.
"This must be his first time being a father. Talking about dying and all, it's not that serious. My dear, you’re so lucky to have a good husband like him."
When the baby started wailing, he rushed in and immediately looked at me. He gripped my hand tightly, his eyes in tears and his face full of lingering fear.
"Celestia, I don't want any more kids. I'll get a vasectomy. We're never having another baby."
Giving birth had been agonizing, but I'd never felt happier.
After our baby was born, Matthew made a habit of reading books about caring for new mothers and babies every day.
He worked from home because he didn't trust anyone else to look after us. He took care of everything himself and lost a full eleven pounds in a month.
As Matthias grew up, he always put me first. Whenever he came home from school, the first person he looked for was me.
Once, when he had a cold, I held him in my arms. In a soft little voice, he said, "Mommy, I have a cold, so I won't sleep with you."
"I don't want you to catch it and get sick too."
At that moment, a warm feeling swept through my heart. Having Matthew and Matthias was the greatest happiness of my life.
But I never expected that three days ago, I would receive a video.
In the video, my sweet, well-behaved son was looking up at another woman with admiration and calling her Mommy.
What I never expected was that all those times Matthew used piano lessons as an excuse to take our son out, he had actually been building a cozy little home with another woman behind my back.
Eight years married, we had made it past the seven-year itch, yet Matthew hadn't been able to resist temptation. He and our son had deceived me all along.
My phone chimed. The screen lit up with a message from Matthew.
Matthew: [Honey, Matthias and I will be home late. He has an extra lesson today.]
Then he sent a photo. The lighting was dim, bathed in a soft, warm yellow.
Another woman's figure appeared in the frame, seemingly captured by accident.
She sat gracefully at the piano, poised and elegant. Her profile breathtakingly beautiful in the shadows.
Whoever took the photo had put real care into it, capturing her beauty completely.
Beside her sat a small figure, seen only from behind. The two looked close and affectionate, just like a real mother and son.
Matthew proudly showed off the picture. [Honey, look. Didn't I take a beautiful shot?]
My chest suddenly tightened. I could hardly breathe as I stared at the photo.
It really was a beautiful shot. Even when we were madly in love, he had never put that much care into taking a picture of me.
He once told me he wasn't a patient person, and that pursuing me had taken every ounce of patience he had in this life.
Yet now, the man who had always been terrible at taking pictures had managed to take a photo worthy of a professional photographer.
For another woman, he had learned photography.
Chapter 2
That night, I sat on the couch in a daze, watching the daylight fade into darkness.
My mind was a mess. After all these years together, I still couldn't bring myself to believe he was cheating on me.
But that photo had hit me like a thunderbolt, forcing me to see clearly that he had fallen in love with another woman.
That woman was Vivian Lowell, the piano teacher I had personally chosen for our son.
Matthew and Matthias came home at midnight. He turned on the lights, then stopped in surprise when he saw me.
"Honey, why are you still up?"
He quickly approached me, looking me over with concern. "Are you feeling unwell? You look so pale."
He bent down to carry me on his back. "Come on, I'll take you to the hospital."
The worry on his face seemed genuine. His brows were tightly furrowed, and it was as if I was the only person in his eyes.
It should have been a heartwarming sight, but all I could think of was that photo, and a dull ache spread through my chest.
The next second, I caught the faint scent of bluebell perfume on him.
It was the same perfume I had personally given Vivian as the welcome gift.
My lips trembled. Holding back my emotions, I spoke each word slowly, "Matthew, find Matthias a new piano teacher. I don't like her."
Matthew paused, then frowned and studied me seriously. "Honey, what's wrong? Haven't you always liked Vivian?"
"You were the one who recommended her in the first place. If we suddenly replace her, Ms. Lowell will be hurt."
But I hadn't recommended her so I could watch the two of them get together.
My throat tightened. I looked at him, unable to utter a word. A wave of helplessness suddenly washed over me.
Matthew had changed. The man I once knew would never have argued with me like this.
As long as I wanted someone replaced, he would do it immediately. He wouldn't even ask why. All that mattered to him was keeping me happy.
But now, the first thing he cared about was Vivian's feelings, not mine.
At that moment, something inside me quietly shattered.
I forced a smile. "I'm not thinking straight. Just forget I said anything."
Matthew looked tense. He tilted his head up and gazed at me. "Honey, did you see the photo and get jealous? Don't worry. I promise you, Matthias and I will always put you first."
Our son ran over too and nodded obediently. "That's right, Mom. I have a piano competition in a few days. When I win, I'll give the trophy to you."
Watching their hopeful faces, I suddenly felt like telling about the divorce. But in the end, I held it back.
There were seven days left until the divorce. After seven days, we would never see each other again.
Matthew, completely oblivious, went on with relish. "We'll all go cheer him on. If he wins first place, we'll take him on a trip."
Our son's face lit up. "Really? I want to go abroad. Can we travel overseas when I grow up?"
Matthew answered easily, "Of course. But we'll talk about all that later. Right, Honey?"
He looked at me.
I nodded numbly, knowing in my heart that there would be no later between us.
Before the competition, I made one request to Matthew.
"I don't want to see Vivian that day."
Until I left, I didn't want to see her at all, not even once.
He paused, seemingly confused. He looked at me like he wanted to say something, but in the end he nodded.
But on the day of the competition, I received a message from Vivian. [You don't really think Matthew would keep me from showing up, do you?]
A quiet warning stirred inside me. I had a bad feeling, but I quickly forced it down.
Matthew always kept his promises. He would never lie to me.
But when our son's turn came, I saw Vivian appear on the stage as his teacher.
She smiled at me and reached out to pat Matthias' head. He stood beside her, looking up at her with unmistakable affection.
Chapter 3
They looked less like teacher and student and more like mother and son.
I sat in the audience, blood rushing to my head. I was so angry that my whole body trembled. "Is this what you meant when you said you wouldn't let her come out on stage?"
A flicker of panic crossed Matthew's eyes, but he soon frowned at me and said in a low voice, "Honey, I told them not to let her go on stage. But the competition rules say a student has to be accompanied by a teacher. There was nothing more I could do."
"Why are you so set against letting Ms. Lowell go on stage?" He frowned at me, puzzled, as if he thought I was being unreasonable.
I badly wanted to show him the messages between me and Vivian on my phone, but in the end I held back.
Once Matthew knew, he would never let me go.
And I was already tired of him.
I didn't say a word. His face darkened as he looked at me with unmistakable disappointment. "You used to be so big-hearted. You would never have picked on a teacher over something like this."
"Celestia, you've changed."
I almost laughed at the irony. Who was the one who had changed?
The atmosphere was stifling. I endured it out until my son's performance ended. I watched him walk over and hand me a certificate.
"Mom, I got first place. I owe it all to you. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be where I am today."
He said it with a bright smile, beaming with happiness.
I gripped the certificate, a hollow feeling rising. "Why did you give me a certificate, not the trophy?"
The smile on my son's face froze. As if afraid I'd take it from him, he hugged the trophy a little tighter and said quietly, "Mom, I promised the trophy to a classmate."
I stared at him. For the first time, my own son seemed like a complete stranger.
"What about me? You said you'd give the trophy to Mom. You lied to me."
I could hear how unreasonable I sounded. I was anxious and desperate, as if I needed that trophy to prove I still mattered more than anyone else.
My son looked bewildered, his eyes welling up as if he was about to cry. But all I felt was a chill settling in my heart.
Just then, Vivian walked over and gently patted my son's back, looking at me with disapproval.
"He's just a child, Mrs. Sinclair. It's only a trophy. Is this really necessary?"
The commotion caught Matthew's attention. He came over in a few strides, and once he'd heard what happened, he looked at me with open impatience.
"Hasn't Matthias given you enough trophies already? If he wants to give it to a classmate, let him. Why are you fighting a little kid over it?"
At those words, everyone around us started looking at me strangely, and whispers broke out all at once.
But was the trophy really for a classmate? I didn't believe it.
I looked at Vivian, feeling numb.
When I first met her, her father's gambling debts had brought people pounding on their door. She had been too scared to go home and was left with nowhere to turn.
I was the one who paid those debts off. When I learned she played the piano, I hired her as my son's teacher and paid her a generous salary.
Back then, she had been alone and helpless, with nothing to her name. Now, my beloved son clung to her as if she were his mother.
My husband, the man who loved me so deeply, couldn't take his eyes off her. Every now and then, he would glance at me with annoyance.
The two of them stayed close to Vivian, leaving me alone to endure the stares and whispers.
Only then did I realize that no one had been by my side for a long time.
I went through my son's celebration party in a daze. When I got home, I lay on the bed, exhausted. Then I saw Vivian had sent me another message.
I tapped it open, and the instant I saw what it was, my hands and feet went numb.
In the video, my son was smiling as he handed the trophy to Vivian. It was timestamped, too. He had given it to her before the celebration party.
In that moment, my exhausted mind went blank. Yet somehow, it felt as if I'd finally woken up.
That night, I started packing, even more decisively than before.
I no longer wanted anything Matthew or my son had ever given me.
Selling everything would take too much time, so I simply called a junk hauler to take everything away.
I took every photos off the walls and burned them.
The housekeeper panicked. "Ma'am, what are you doing? Mr. Sinclair will be angry when he sees this."
I slipped off my ring and said calmly, "This has nothing to do with you. If anyone asks, tell them I did it."
By the time the two of them came home, I had cleared out more than half of the house.
The house was nearly empty. Even the family photos on the walls were gone.
A flicker of panic crossed Matthew's eyes. "Honey, where are our family photos? Where's everything I gave you?"
My son ran over and grabbed my hand, looking a little lost. "Mom, are you still mad?"
His face was full of hurt. "Mom, where are our family's cartoon mugs? I drew them myself."
Once, I had treasured them. But now I pulled my hand free. "They've been used too long. It’s time to replace them."
I didn't want the mugs anymore. And I didn't want either of them.
Chapter 4
I had gotten used to having them around, but now I had to start adjusting to a life on my own.
"The day after tomorrow, I'm going on a trip."
The moment I said that, the tension in the room suddenly eased. The father and son exchanged a look, then turned to me, looking a little awkward.
Matthew spoke first, "Honey, for this trip, the school said only one parent can come along, so..."
I paused before I realized they thought I wanted to go with them.
I was about to explain, but another question came out of my mouth instead. "Is Vivian going?"
Neither of them said a word. I understood, and said evenly, "I'm going by myself."
Matthew seemed relieved. "Honey, be careful on your own. You've been at home for so long. You should get out more, see the world, and enjoy some nature."
I stopped short. "Before, whenever I wanted to travel somewhere far, you thought it wasn't safe and never wanted me to go."
"Even when I went to a friend's wedding, you didn't want me left on my own. You were afraid other men might bother me."
"You said hated the way other men looked at me, so you wanted me wearing my ring at all times."
He was the one who used to wish he could keep me at his side. Now, he didn't even notice whether I was wearing my ring.
I laughed bitterly.
The difference between love and indifference had never been so obvious.
Matthew seemed to take my words to heart. A faint smile appeared on his face.
"Honey, have you been unhappy? I've learned a lot from Ms. Lowell lately. She's helped me understand that love isn't about holding someone back. It's about letting them be free and happy."
He paused, his eyes sincere. "I was wrong back then, but it's not too late. You still have time to go out, socialize, travel!"
"Honey, I don't want to hold you back. I want you to be happy."
How touching those words sounded. But in reality, they were nothing more than his way of pushing me away because he was tired of me.
I laughed at that. I had held it in for so long, but the tears still fell before I could stop them.
He probably didn't realize how his eyes softened with affection every time he mentioned Vivian. It was the same look he'd once given me.
I hadn't seen that look in a long time. Now, it had come back because of Vivian.
"Honey, why are you crying?" He panicked, unsure what to do, and reached out to wipe away my tears.
I turned my head away and wiped my face myself, my expression numb.
Matthew froze. "Honey, what's going on with you? You're not yourself today."
The old me would never have pulled away from him.
He was about to press further when our son suddenly ran over. "Dad, someone's calling you. I'll take care of Mom."
Matthew stopped, then got up with an odd look on his face. "Honey, it's probably work. I'll be right back."
But the call went on for over an hour. While it was still going, I sent Matthias off and saw Matthew leaning against the wall.
I couldn't tell what was being said on the other end, but his eyes were full of tenderness.
"Viv, promise me you won't let those men get near you while I'm not around. I don't like it."
"The day after tomorrow, we'll take Matthias and go have some fun."
I walked away in silence and didn't listen any further.
Yet after the call ended, he came back with a smile. "Honey, someday I'll take you to the Rockies. I know how much you love the scenery there. If you get tired of walking, I'll carry you on my back."
Matthias excitedly swung my hand. "I want to ride the Ferris wheel with Mom. I want to go to Hawaii!"
They were both smiling, happily making plans for the future. I listened in silence, my heart growing colder by the second.
They probably would never know that day was never going to come.
Chapter 5
That same day, after packing up everything, I booked a flight to the Colorado Rockies.
Then I took a photo and sent it to Vivian. [Matthew and I will be separating soon.]
[Vivian, I only have one request. Please be good to my son.]
More than Matthew's betrayal, what hurt me most was the betrayal of son I had raised.
He had watched his father have an affair with his teacher. Worse, he’d chosen to help Matthew lie to me.
I didn't want either of them anymore. Not Matthew, and not my son.
Vivian replied quickly. [Don't worry. I'll treat him like my own son.]
I paused, and only then realized my words had been a little unnecessary.
On the day I left, I boarded the plane. When I arrived in the Rockies, my altitude sickness hit hard. Luckily, I’d bought a medical oxygen tank and some medication.
I had to rely on the oxygen to ease my symptoms throughout the journey. Otherwise, I might not have made it out of there alive.
The journey was tough, but when I saw Silverpeak Lake, I finally saw how vast the world really was.
I used to travel all over, but after I got married, I put the family first in everything. Matthew didn't want me going anywhere either.
Along the way, I met another traveler. His face was pale, and he seemed to be struggling to breathe.
Fortunately, I had plenty of supplies. I immediately gave him some medicine and lent him my oxygen tank.
Only then did he start to recover. We continued traveling together until someone came looking for him partway through, and we parted ways.
On the fourth day, I booked a flight home.
But on the way, I saw Matthew and my son, along with Vivian who was lying on the ground with a pale face.
In an instant, I understood. The school trip was a lie. They had really come to the Rockies with Vivian..
Perhaps they hadn't done enough research and hadn't brought enough oxygen tanks.
When Matthew saw me, he froze. "Honey, what are you doing here?"
I stayed composed. "I should be asking you that. What are you all doing here?"
A flicker of guilt crossed his face, and he said nothing. But my son suddenly spoke up, "Mom, Ms. Lowell can't hold on much longer! You have an oxygen tank. Hurry, save her!"
Hearing that, Matthew noticed the oxygen tank I was carrying, too, and his eyes lit up instantly.
"Celestia, give me the oxygen tank." His tone was a command.
I took a step back.
"Absolutely not!" I said sharply.
My son spoke through a swell of tears, "Why, Mom? Can't you see her lips are turning purple? If this keeps up, she's really going to die."
I glanced at Vivian. Her eyes were unfocused, and she looked at me through her tears. "Mrs. Sinclair, I'm begging you. Please save me."
Matthew snapped, too. "A life is at stake, Celestia. What are you waiting for?"
As he spoke, he got up and reached for the tank.
A chill settled over me. "This is the only oxygen tank I have left. Matthew, you know how bad my altitude sickness is. If I give it to her, I'm the one who dies."
His expression froze. I took a deep breath and was about to say something when Vivian started foaming at the mouth, her face deathly pale.
Matthew tensed and didn't hesitate any longer. "Give me the oxygen tank. As soon as Vivian recovers, I'll have someone bring you one right away."
But I refused.
Anger flashed across his face. "Celestia, you used to be so kind. This is a human life. I know you don't like her, but there's no need to go this far, right?"
My son sobbed, "Mom, I'm begging you, save Ms. Lowell. Dad and I can't live without her."
I found it absurd. "And what about me? You want me to give her the oxygen tank and let me die?"
Matthew tensed and started to explain, but then my son cried out, "Dad, Ms. Lowell can't hold on much longer!"
Chapter 6
Something ruthless flashed in Matthew's eyes. The next second, he lunged for my oxygen tank.
"Celestia, just listen to me. I won't let anything happen to you."
I had been prepared for it, but the strength difference between man and woman was too great. He still managed to wrench my only oxygen tank away.
Without it, I could barely breathe. Before long, my vision began to blur.
Matthew took the tank to Vivian. She brightened at once, and tears kept dripping down her cheeks.
Frightened, she threw herself into Matthew's arms, her voice choked with sobs. "Matthew, I thought I’d never see you again."
He patted her back to soothe her, then lifted her into his arms. "Don't cry. I won't let anything happen to you."
We had been to the Rockies once before. My altitude sickness had been bad then too, and I hadn't packed enough supplies. I had nearly died.
Matthew had carried me on his back, shaking all over with fear, all the way to a nearby rescue station.
Now I had collapsed on the ground with no strength left, and he looked at me with cold gaze, as if I weren't even there.
"Does it hurt? That's how much Vivian was hurting just now."
I was shaking all over, frozen with fear. I didn't care what I said anymore. "Give me back my oxygen tank! Matthew, Matthias, do you want me dead?"
As soon as those words left my mouth, both of them fell silent.
Vivian spoke softly, her voice hoarse, "Give the tank to Mrs. Sinclair."
She gave a bitter, self-mocking smile. "After all, you're her family, and I have nothing."
They both flinched. Matthias's eyes welled up with tears, and he looked at me pleadingly. "Mom, please listen to me. We'll be right back. You're not going to die."
"We never should have come. It's all my fault. If I hadn't brought up the Rockies, Ms. Lowell wouldn't have wanted to come."
It turned out that just because Vivian wanted to come, my husband had set aside his work, and my own son had set aside his studies to come with her.
I tugged at the corners of my mouth, but the irony of it suddenly struck me.
I burst out laughing, my throat feeling as if it were tearing apart. Then I said coldly, "Give me the tank. It was mine to begin with."
Matthew held Vivian tighter. His expression turned cold as he gave me one silent look, his voice low. "Viv's condition is worse than yours. Once I get her settled, I'll come back for you."
With that, they turned and walked away without another word.
I tried to go after them. But after only a few steps, my chest seized up and I fell to the ground.
No…
Was I really going to die here?
Helplessness and despair washed over me. I stared at his retreating figure and screamed with all my strength. "Matthew, if you leave with her, I will hate you for the rest of my life!"
No matter how loudly I screamed, he never looked back. His steps didn't falter for even a second.
In that moment, I finally understood that the one being abandoned had been me all along.
Matthew's cheerful voice still echoed in my head. "Honey, someday I'll take you to the Rockies you love. Don't you love the scenery out there? When you get tired of walking, I'll carry you."
My head went numb, and my body grew colder and colder. Just when I thought I was going to die, someone approached me with an oxygen tank.
It was the man I had saved earlier. He lowered his eyes and watched me with focused concern.
I gasped for air, desperately trying to breath. It took a long while before I finally felt better. I was about to say something when everything went black, and I lost consciousness completely.
When I woke again, Matthew and Matthias were crying beside my hospital bed.
The moment they saw me open my eyes, relief washed over their faces.
"Honey, you're finally awake! Do you have any idea how scared I was?"
Matthew looked utterly worn. He gripped my hand tightly, as if he were afraid of losing me.
But I would always remember how they had ignored my pleas for help and walked away, never once looking back, utterly indifferent.
A coldness settled deep inside me, and my heart turned icy.
We had been together for nearly ten years. Yet when my life was in danger, they’d chosen to save Vivian without hesitation.
I pulled my hand away coldly and said sharply, "Get out. I don't want to see either of you. I want a divorce."
He froze. A trace of guilt showed on his face, but he seemed to think I was only speaking out of anger.
He tried to comfort me. "Honey, I know you're upset. We'll come back once you've calmed down."
As he spoke, he took Matthias by the hand, his gaze tender and focused on me. "Actually, I regretted it not long after I left."
"When I got Vivian settled and went back to find you, I saw you lying on the ground."
"In that moment, I wished I had been the one lying there instead. Do you know how scared I was?"
In the past, hearing these words would have made my heart ache. But now, they stirred nothing in me.
Seeing how coldly I reacted, he lowered his reddened eyes, his voice hoarse. "I'll take Matthias home first and cook something for you. Wait for me to come back."
After he left, I turned on my phone and saw a message from Vivian.
[Mrs. Sinclair, even though I deliberately got rid the oxygen tank along the way, did you see what happened? Your husband and son still love me.]
It turned out they hadn't simply failed to bring enough. Vivian had deliberately gotten rid of the oxygen tank.
I tore the IV needle out of my hand. With calm expression, I forwarded every photo, video, and message she had sent me to Matthew and to the Sinclair family group chat.
That way, even if she married Matthew later, she wouldn't have an easy time of it. I wanted them to know who she really was.
The divorce agreement was included, too. The seven days were up, and the divorce was officially in effect. From now on, Matthew and I were no longer bound to each other in any way.
After that, I blocked Vivian, got out of bed, changed my clothes, and walked straight out of the hospital.
A car was parked at the hospital entrance. I got in and had the driver take me to the airport.
The moment I sat down on the plane, the tension I had been holding finally let go.
“Matthew, from now on, you go your way, and I'll go mine.”
“We will never see each other again.”
