The Crush Decided To Quit

Charles’s expression turned dark. Susan tugged at his sleeve and stared at him sadly while eagerly waiting for his answer.

His silence lasted for a moment before he snapped angrily, “Fine. As you wish, we’re getting divorced.”

He then left with Susan, who, despite the tentative look she gave me, still could not hide the delight in her teary eyes.

As I watched them disappear behind the corner, I caressed my flat tummy and sighed in relief.

Honestly, instead of being sad, I felt relieved.

To me, the sooner the divorce happened, the better. I did not have much time and patience to wait.

Since I had signed a prenup before the marriage, I would not be getting much money from the divorce.

When I came back from studying abroad three years ago, my adopted parents started nagging at me to get married. Willow Corporation was in trouble and was in an urgent need of money for the turnover.

At that time, I knew two suitable men.

First one was Samuel Stane, who was a widower with a child, and second one was Charles, who had stayed loyal to me.

But Charles’s parents were displeased with me, because they knew what my parents wanted.

Hence, they put a condition: I had to sign a prenup with Charles. After we got married, the Grant family would support Willow Corporation, but if we got divorced, I would not get anything.

Samuel had more things to consider, but my parents could not wait any longer.

In order to solve the company’s crisis as soon as possible, my parents agreed to the Grant family’s conditions.

At that time, Charles was also the best choice for me.

Due to the contract, my parents were bound to not agree to the divorce.

But since Charles was the one who wanted the divorce, even if they did not agree to it, they could do nothing about it.

Perhaps out of a sense of guilt, Charles gave me some money and a house. I guess it was him fulfilling his last duty as my ex.

On the day we filed our divorce, I moved out of the villa. The next day, I went to the hospital to get an abortion.

The doctor who met me was a high school classmate. When she recognized me, she smiled and congratulated me, but her smile froze when she heard that I wanted an abortion.

Her eyes flew wide open as she asked in disbelief, “Are you really getting rid of the baby? What about Charles?”