Lower the Seat, Lose the Status: My Wife Became a Beggar

My heart skipped a beat, and I froze on the spot.

A few months ago, a patient's knife struck a precise spot near my groin, severing my vas deferens and permanently robbing me of the chance to father a child.

This only worsened Julia's already low opinion of me. Once, after drinking, she even called me a eunuch.

Sabrina saw all of this but didn't seem to care. "Well, it's true, isn't it? My mom is always so straightforward. You'll just have to deal with it. You're married to me, not her, so why worry about her?"

I had thought that Sabrina was just the kind of person who didn't show much emotion, so I convinced myself to get used to it.

However, I never expected that her gentleness and affection had already been given to someone else.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. "Alright, then. I'm going to divorce Sabrina."

Julia glanced at me and clicked her tongue. "Do whatever you want."

Her indifference left a hollow ache in my chest. I stormed out of the house to call Dad.

"Dad, I'm divorcing Sabrina." My voice sounded rougher than usual.

Dad sighed on the other end of the line. "I heard it all from Leila. You're such a fool. You should've told me sooner instead of trying to carry this whole mess on your shoulders. Do you need me to help with the divorce?"

I fought to keep my voice steady. "Dad, I remember that the dean from Sabrina's school is a good friend of yours, right?"

Once he confirmed it, an idea started to form in my mind. "It's fine, Dad. I'll handle it."

With my decision made, I headed to the hospital to finalize my resignation.

As I walked down the hallway, I suddenly heard a familiar voice. "Oh, stop it, Ms. Yellin. I'm still in pain."

Sabrina's chuckle was thick with desire. "You don't want it? Who was the one who begged for me last time? What, now that you've gotten me, you want to leave?"

"Of course not!"

Zane's laughter made my chest tighten, and my gaze drifted toward them.

Sabrina, who was straddling Zane, had him pinned down. Her right hand was exploring his body freely.

This was nothing like the image of the model professor she always projected.

I silently left to finish my resignation. As I passed through the hallway again, my phone buzzed.

It was my assistant, who used to follow me around.

"Dr. Hart, there's something I need to tell you. Your wife is pregnant."

The words hit me like a blow to the head, and I stood frozen.

Not far away, Zane was gently caressing Sabrina's still-flat belly, curiously asking, "Ms. Yellin, do you prefer a boy or a girl?"

Sabrina nestled into his arms. "Either, as long as it's our child."

I had asked her that same question before.

When I first found out she was pregnant, I'd set up the nursery myself, lovingly talking to the baby in her belly. But that child quietly died on the day she and Zane had their hotel rendezvous.

Her love, it seemed, could be given to anyone.

"Are you going to… keep this baby?" Zane asked.

His face showed concern. "Mr. Hart acted really strangely that day. Has he found out about us?"

Sabrina kissed his cheek and replied firmly, "So what if he finds out? He can't have children himself, so he'll just have to accept it. Besides, I'm in the literary field. This sort of thing is perfectly normal."

Her lips curled up in a sly smile. "My mom's birthday party is in a few days. I'll make Adrian accept this baby then and force him to admit it's his."

…

After leaving the hospital, I immediately transferred all assets under my name and contacted the divorce lawyer Leila had recommended.

By the time everything was sorted, it was already evening.

Sabrina was sitting alone in the living room, resting her chin in her hand, lost in thought. When she saw me, her expression froze.

"I heard you quit your job," she said.

I simply nodded, not bothering to look up.

Her face showed confusion. "Why? Why didn't you discuss it with me? Didn't you work so hard for that medical license?"