Spring Breeze Lingers, Winter Snows Still Bite

Summary

The day I nearly died in childbirth, Ian was cheating on me.

For the entire month of my recovery, he gallivanted across the globe with her, indulging in a whirlwind of luxury shopping sprees.

When he returned, he didn't forget to hand me a divorce agreement.

“Brielle doesn't like being called a homewrecker, so I have to get a divorce.”

“Just sign it. I made sure to wait until your recovery month was over. Consider it a courtesy.”

“I don’t want the child anyway. You can keep her as a memento. Brielle will give me children of my own.”

I didn’t say a word. I just took the pen and signed.