Turning to God for His First Love

My head was buzzing.

It turned out that the Moores were long aware of Evan and Jade's relationship—I was the only one being kept in the dark.

Marrying me was just a way to expand their family's influence. They didn't oppose his affair—on the contrary, they even helped cover it up, all while feeling proud of themselves.

They were going on about how business was business, and feelings were feelings. Did I really have to be a stepping stone for Evan's career?

Realization dawned on me at that moment. I finally understood why I still felt a distance between us, despite my good relationship with my in-laws.

That was because they had nothing but schemes for me. And all the while, I was foolish enough to let them use me for their plans.

I struggled to cover my mouth, trying to stop my tears from falling.

"Why are you standing here, Mrs. Moore?" one of the household staff exclaimed suddenly, alerting both Hannah and Evan inside.

They walked out of the house, their expressions changing when they saw me.

"Have you heard everything?" Evan asked.

"What's going on with Jade? What about Jadon? Do you even care for me? Why didn't you tell me that you still loved your first love before we got married?" My voice cracked as I couldn't hold myself back, staring at Evan, whom I had been married to for the past five years.

He came over, wanting to hug me for comfort, but the familiar scent of sandalwood now filled me with fear and disgust.

Evan smiled helplessly, seeing me step away. He looked at me as if he were looking at a child throwing a tantrum.

He said, "Don't be so childish, honey. We no longer have anything to do with each other now. I'm giving her shares because she gave up her career for me back then—it's only right that I make it up to her.

"You're my wife—you should be able to understand where I'm coming from. As for Jadon, he's our son, I'll definitely treat him well."

Anger boiled within me. Evan was always like this—no matter how aggrieved I was, he would only think I was throwing a tantrum.

I used to think it was because he had grown indifferent to things from everything he'd experienced. But now I realize he just never loved me.

I took a deep breath and stared straight at Evan. I calmed myself down—I wasn't about to bury my grievances like I usually did. "Fine. Then cut off all contact with her."

He frowned. "No way. We're not having an affair, so there's no need to cut off all contact."

"Then after you're done making up for Jade, you should move out of the monastery," I said.

"That won't do," Evan declined without hesitation. "I have been keeping you and Jadon in my prayers in the monastery, honey. Please don't be unreasonable and make things hard for me, okay?"

He sighed when he saw how my fists were still clenched. "I'll take my leave for now."

"We'll get a divorce then!" Evan was already at the end of the corridor before I could even finish my sentence.

I felt as if a knife had torn my heart apart, seeing his resolute back—I felt hurt and disgusted.

Hannah said, "You should be thankful, Cynthia. It's hard enough to harbor mutual respect in a marriage of convenience. Do you know how many people envy how well Evan has treated you? Jadon is already five—he would be upset if you get a divorce."

She had finally discarded her fake mask of kindness. Her words were sharp despite her gentle tone.

Hannah was even threatening me with Jadon.

No wonder the Moores rushed me to have a child as soon as I married into the family, even going as far as pushing for IVF.

The child whom I had risked my life giving birth to turned out to be nothing more than leverage for them to control me.