Post-Divorce Remorse

I no longer had any idea what significance I held in Ivy’s eyes.

In the eight years of our marriage, I had never seen her look so worried.

Back when I was hit by a car and broke my leg saving her, she didn’t utter a single word of care. She even scolded me for not watching where I was going and that I deserved it.

Yet now, Zachary merely pretended to take a tumble and she panicked, immediately dialing 911.

Perhaps she genuinely cared for Zachary.

However, I no longer wish to delve into it.

“Ivy, the divorce papers will be delivered by my lawyer tomorrow. This is goodbye.”

With that, I turned and walked away without looking back.

The wind chill outside was bone-piercing.

My heart felt hollow, as if I had lost a harbor to return to.

That night, Ivy came home completely drunk and stumbled into the house in the wee hours.

“Zacky, hurry, let’s go to the bathroom…”

Ivy threw herself into my arms the moment I opened the door, as her overpowering perfume stung my nose.

She kissed my neck but all it did was make my stomach turn.

I shoved her away hard. Without support, she stumbled and fell to the floor.

“Why did you push me… Zacky?" she sobbed. "Don’t you know I’m carrying our baby now?”

She looked utterly aggrieved. “What if I hurt our baby?”

“What?!”

I thought my ears were playing tricks on me.

“Ivy Bennett, say that again!!!”

“Zacky… our baby… Have you forgotten? That night…” Ivy mumbled as she recalled drunkenly.

When I thought nothing could stir my emotions again, at that moment, I had lost all reason!

I grabbed her collar, questioning her like a madman, “All these years of marriage, I’ve always wanted a child. You kept saying having a baby would affect your career and that we should wait. And I believed you!

“Yet you turned around and got pregnant with Zachary Shaw’s child! You took me for a fool!

“How could you do this to me?!”

No response came from Ivy.

She was drunk, completely wasted.

All alone in the living room, I heard myself sobbing and muttering, asking the same question over and over, “Why?”

Ivy lay passed out on the floor, and my voice grew hoarse from crying before finally quieting down.

Just then, two messages popped up on her phone and I caught a glimpse of my name.

I unlocked it to read.

[Zacky, don’t be afraid of Julian. He’s just a pushover!

[Once the baby is born, I’ll say it’s his, and he’ll dutifully raise the baby for us.]

Zachary replied: [So, don’t divorce Julian yet. Otherwise, who’ll raise our child?

[Or just abort it. I don’t want to be a stay-at-home dad. It’s a pain.

[Hehe…]

After reading these messages, I wiped the tears from my eyes and couldn’t help but laugh coldly.

“For eight long years, I’ve treated you with nothing but sincerity, Ivy.

“You wanted business, I got them for you. You wanted status, I helped you climb.

“Now, not only are you betraying me, but you’re also conspiring with another against me!

“Mark my words, your good days are over.”